Sitting on the bus makes me think a lot more than walking did. The people that ride buses are so varied: some lady looks like shes about to keel over and die. The lady in front of me is aged but her beauty has only grown with her age. The driver doesnt seem too happy with his life; he stops very abruptly. Its amazing how many monotonous jobs there are that are needed to make people like me get around. I am being driven to my classes so that i can do my passion one day but this driver doesn't get to. I'm sure he didn't dream of driving buses when he was my age. How do some people get stuck in the monotony of life but others push through every obstacle to get what they want? Where does the adventure go?
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