A lot of people choose not to ride the bus because of the exorbitant amount of time it takes to get from Point A to Point B. There’s no argument from me. A trip that should take 30 minutes easily takes two hours. This sometimes really bothers me.
However, recently, I’ve started coming to a startling conclusion. I’ve begun to appreciate the delays. Even if it’s just a little tiny bit, and in fleeting moments.
Maybe it’s a stereotype, but I think Americans are way too obsessed about time. We’re controlling about where every minute of the day — conscious or unconscious — goes. We’ve become obsessive-compulsive about it. A delay of 10 minutes in line at McDonalds unacceptable. It’s infuriating. It causes annoyance, conflict, stress, anger, aggression, rage. And yet, it’s only 10 minutes!
But once I began taking the bus, I started to realize that time did not belong to me anymore. It belonged to the trip. When I let go of my ownership of time, I let go of trying to control it. And now, life is a little more relaxed. I can accept a 20 minute wait. I can even enjoy it as I watch all the people go by and think about life. I suddenly have more patience than I’ve ever had before.
Sometimes, the best way to stop and smell the roses, is to give up control of time and let someone else worry about it.
Looking to kill more time?
- McDonald’s Fruity Meals: Let’s Be Happy (hoperaking.com)
- Dali’s Anamorphic Artworks (moillusions.com)