people.

29 bus.

Week 9.

This is the 29 bus.  I can catch it across the street from my apartment building (which is called Hor Sit).  It will take me to Future Park, Mo Chit BTS station, Victory Monument, or anywhere else in between, as long as I press the little buzzer indicating I am ready to get off.  This is one of the many forms of transportation that I take on a daily basis.  This bus is not very crowded, but I am still surrounded by people.  People coming, people going, people with their own lives and opinions and problems and families.  So. Many. People.  And we are all just trying to see.... because that's what we were created to do.

Lately, I have been thinking a lot about the deeper meaning of my actions (my most recent blog post talks about this).  That my life is so short and fleeting..... how do I make any of it count?  How do any of us make any of it count?

Well, for one thing, I think people count for something.  All of these people.  And it matters how I treat them, how I think of them, what my posture is towards them... even on a short bus ride like this.  We are all in this together.  And each of us matters just as equally as the next.