I laid a foot on the step, saying my daily "Good morning" with a pleasant smile. Then, I headed to my usual window seat in the bus. On my way to the university, I propped my head against the window, observing the mesmerising blossoming trees resembling Sakura trees of Japan. Passing by a poor woman dragging her little child to drop her off, a man in a suit with his briefcase in hand and fiddling with his car keys in the other. Noises transcending: Pedlars calling, giggles of children running in the street, loud car horns.The nature's sounds submerging with the human element producing that bizarre familiar symphony. Everyone is engrossed in their paisley pattern of their dull life. Just like me, stuck in that seat waiting to reach my destination. That feeling devouring my soul, watching everything from a window pane. I want to be a stranger, yet the most worthy person you will ever meet. I want to be a ghost, still, remembered for my everything. I can feel it in my bones, I'm intimidated. Why would I feel that way? Is it because I expect from myself to adapt with others, that I'm compelled to crack my shell? I mean mentally. That was a rhetorical question. Everyone who gets on that bus craves attention, including me. Why do we have that survival mechanism based on continuity of family, friends, or other Homo sapiens? It's pathetic. Even when we're about to die, the first thing that conquers our minds is that we're leaving our loved ones behind. Enough with that tribalism. I know it is inevitable that thought: I want to be alone. But, not lonely. I want to be secure. I want my safe haven where no one could hurt me. On second thought, we all seek that pathetic existence. For my fears are eccentric, I shall be silent. *gets off the bus*
