On the Way
On the Way
Forgive me, but I have not ridden the public in a long time.
I used to. In fact, everyday. I remember that I liked it. The streets were not too crowded, the weather not as hot, the traffic not as bad. A younger world. And I think, a better world.
I would collect my thoughts in those 2-hour long drives from my college to my house. During the commute, I would have conversations in my head, the role of the antagonist alternating between my mother and my best friend. It is the time when I would get what I thought were my best ideas – for scripts which were a weekly requirement in my course, for my thesis, solutions to problems, awakenings. I would plan too, the strategies of my life without meaning to. It is true what others say – there is so much creativity and movement that can go on in one’s mind when one’s hands are not on the wheel (a fuel for the debate of whether to have a car or not to have a car).