LIFE...
WHERE: LRT
TIME: around 8 am
DURATION: 10 to 15 mins
It was a Sunday morning... I was waiting for the next train to arrive, there were a few people waiting with me... at last after a minute or so... here comes the train.
At first, I was thinking... LRT has a lot of new trains why did I chance upon an old beat down coach... it was hot... it was a bit dark although the sun is already up, it feels gloomy being inside it. I know me If I knew that the coming train will be like this I wouldn't step inside it... I was tired so I drag myself in and luckily I got a chance to seat down.
I was looking around... looking at the faces of my fellow commuters and I began to think... If they knew that the ride will be uncomfortable will they choose to ride it or wait for another train to pass by? before the door closes I looked at the stations platform behind me... IT WAS EMPTY... For sure everybody who rides the light rail transit knows that this train doesn't have AC right... but we all went for it.
At first, I don't have any plans of thinking... after a long day at work, but my mind just keeps on wondering why... after a few seconds I realized something... I was seating at the once infamous LRT... one of the casualties of the rizal day bombing that took 22 lives.
Looking around me, I see women trying to apply their make up on, mother and child seating and gazing outside the window... an old lady waiting for the next station... A young man standing with pride trying to prove that he can stand without holding on to any railings... the person in front of me wearing shades... everything flashes before me. What if the bombs exploded that time? who knows... while I was gazing at my surroundings, I chance upon the person seated beside me. actually I thought that it was a she but when the she looks at me I found that the she turned out to be a he. his eyes looks sad and droopy... I wanted to ask why but I couldn't. I wanted to ask him if he's ok... but I stopped myself. this is the time where I really pondered on my thoughts... What's going on...
In that train car... around 50 people is minding their own business...including myself... checking their phones for incoming text, thinking what would their love ones be doing right that very instance... or just letting time pass by and patiently waiting. I firmly believe that at one point of our lives we will be at one place where everybody is connected... who knows the person who is seated beside the person who is in front of me might be a relative of a person I know from the office... weird huh... in just 15 minutes of seating there... I am thinking of weird stuffs.
bottom line is... what if... what if this is the day where the bomb explodes... and I never got a chance to know why... the person beside me is SAD.
I wanna know more about life... I don't plan to meddle with other people's lives but I just wanna know more... I wanna listen to their stories... maybe just by listening I could learn more about life itself... maybe I could ease someone else's pain just by being there... just by listening... I am not a good speaker... I usually jumbled all my thoughts and lost my thoughts in s few seconds... (if your reading my blogs you'll attests to that) but I know for a fact that I am a good listener... maybe the tsismoso part of me is getting older... we call that in the adult world - MATURE.
I wanna listen to your stories, I wanna write about it... I wanted to be part of your healing process or your celebration... I wanted to be engaged... but I am only one.
Bottom line is WHAT IF... who knows... If your not gonna ask!
TIME: around 8 am
DURATION: 10 to 15 mins
It was a Sunday morning... I was waiting for the next train to arrive, there were a few people waiting with me... at last after a minute or so... here comes the train.
At first, I was thinking... LRT has a lot of new trains why did I chance upon an old beat down coach... it was hot... it was a bit dark although the sun is already up, it feels gloomy being inside it. I know me If I knew that the coming train will be like this I wouldn't step inside it... I was tired so I drag myself in and luckily I got a chance to seat down.
I was looking around... looking at the faces of my fellow commuters and I began to think... If they knew that the ride will be uncomfortable will they choose to ride it or wait for another train to pass by? before the door closes I looked at the stations platform behind me... IT WAS EMPTY... For sure everybody who rides the light rail transit knows that this train doesn't have AC right... but we all went for it.
At first, I don't have any plans of thinking... after a long day at work, but my mind just keeps on wondering why... after a few seconds I realized something... I was seating at the once infamous LRT... one of the casualties of the rizal day bombing that took 22 lives.
Looking around me, I see women trying to apply their make up on, mother and child seating and gazing outside the window... an old lady waiting for the next station... A young man standing with pride trying to prove that he can stand without holding on to any railings... the person in front of me wearing shades... everything flashes before me. What if the bombs exploded that time? who knows... while I was gazing at my surroundings, I chance upon the person seated beside me. actually I thought that it was a she but when the she looks at me I found that the she turned out to be a he. his eyes looks sad and droopy... I wanted to ask why but I couldn't. I wanted to ask him if he's ok... but I stopped myself. this is the time where I really pondered on my thoughts... What's going on...
In that train car... around 50 people is minding their own business...including myself... checking their phones for incoming text, thinking what would their love ones be doing right that very instance... or just letting time pass by and patiently waiting. I firmly believe that at one point of our lives we will be at one place where everybody is connected... who knows the person who is seated beside the person who is in front of me might be a relative of a person I know from the office... weird huh... in just 15 minutes of seating there... I am thinking of weird stuffs.
bottom line is... what if... what if this is the day where the bomb explodes... and I never got a chance to know why... the person beside me is SAD.
I wanna know more about life... I don't plan to meddle with other people's lives but I just wanna know more... I wanna listen to their stories... maybe just by listening I could learn more about life itself... maybe I could ease someone else's pain just by being there... just by listening... I am not a good speaker... I usually jumbled all my thoughts and lost my thoughts in s few seconds... (if your reading my blogs you'll attests to that) but I know for a fact that I am a good listener... maybe the tsismoso part of me is getting older... we call that in the adult world - MATURE.
I wanna listen to your stories, I wanna write about it... I wanted to be part of your healing process or your celebration... I wanted to be engaged... but I am only one.
Bottom line is WHAT IF... who knows... If your not gonna ask!
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