Well, to summarize this post: I love commuting. It’s always an eventful day whenever I do so, especially when I am alone. Though actually at first, I used to hate the idea of walking at the sidewalk, transferring from one jeepney to another, jammed people inside the trike/jeep, and everything about commuting, but since I had to do those things almost everyday, I’m starting to get used to it until the day I realized that I’m already finding the joy of commuting. Yaay
While some modern commuters are fixated on their phone or ipad, I’ll be somewhere inside the jeep/bus listening to music and watch the world literally passed by me, and I tell you, it’s quite meditating. I see a lot of people and wonder where are they heading, observe those who’ll do the “sign of the cross” while passing by a church, I see houses and wonder how does it feel if I, myself live in there, and things like that makes me feel like It’s somewhat a relaxation for the mind beside of sleeping.
And of course, the best thing is that I got to write a LOT of random things on my mental blog about the cocktail of humanity. ;)
Nakapag-commute ka na ba?
I love you forevs Jo :* I’m fine ;)