He was the bus driver, she was the passenger. She got on the bus every day as he picked her up on the same spot. She sat in the middle near the window seat looking outside the passing mountains, river, and clouds, however, she was occupied, occupied with her worries, fear, past, and future.
The bus stopped at stations and moved, yet she was too lost in her mind that it did not bother her. Her stop came she got down without looking back; the bus left. She got her worries fixed and came back to the stop to go back to the place called home. She got on, the driver drove her back while she sat at the same place with the same tune in her mind.
Days, months, years past yet nothing changed. She was oblivious, rather sank into her oblivion of moments replaying like a melody which she despised yet longed for it.
One day the driver stopped in midst of nowhere, seconds passed, minutes passed, she didn’t flinch sat there without life. The driver sat there waiting for her to say something yet she was completely immersed.
The driver said, “Miss, why don’t you just stay here?”
She was shocked and replied “what do you mean? that’s absurd. Why must I stay here?” as she recited the poem she memorized all those years under the title of life
The driver said, “you seem to be alive here, at peace so why don’t you just stay?”
She was confused started to think the driver was crazy she responded in a belittling yet sympathizing tone “You must be crazy.”
The driver smiled and said “look around you”
She looked around, she was in the middle of emptiness which scared her even more. She asked, “where am I?”
The driver said “You know where you are, you choose to not see it. You have always been here.”
She was confused “What are you saying? I am not blind.”
The driver said, “You’re certainly not which is why you chose to not see.”
She felt even confused and said, “I don’t know what is going on can you take me back?”
The driver said “I cannot, you have approached your destination. You have reached the place you were seeking for all these days.”
She tried recalling, however, there does not seem to be anything she can recall. She looked around there was nothing but the driver. She looked at the driver the longer she looked the clearer it seemed.
She calmed down “So you are saying this is it?”
The driver said, “You have always known it, so why the doubt?”
She sighed and said “You are right, I chose to blind myself with worries, fear. I liked the story because it kept me from seeing you, I was hoping for something new.”
The driver said “Do you not think you have had enough? You are going so far now that you are thinking of starting all over again. What you are searching for has always been in front of you.”
She started laughing, replying “You got me! Yes, I have always sought for you and will.”
The driver smiled and said, “Yeah, did you like the game?”
She said, “I don't know, did you?”
The driver said “Yes, It was magical taking you everywhere yet never watching you leave. It was magical admiring you drawing those moments of lies and truth, the emotions of you and me, it was magical.”
She said, “Then I guess we should play more.”
The driver was quiet for a while and said “It is your choice, darling.”
She was quiet “I guess, so.”
