I said: Hey mum, my concession pass is ending 26th May, does that mean I don't get to take the bus to school and home anymore?
And this was the reply: Well, you wanted to get a concession yourself. If it's ending, then renew it! Is it so hard to make a trip to the station?
I said: But when I make a trip to the interchange, the booth is always closed. It's really frustrating, I really want to give up. ):
And so follows: Sometimes, we try, and try again. If you don't succeed the first time, go for it again. Only when we try, we overcome our difficulties. (Words, yet they contain such meaning.)
Concessions. Traveling passes. Boundaries that we cross. Pit stops. Interchanges. Life, it's a fusion of these, and more, right? The littlest of things, yet they serve, the greatest reminders.
A concession pass, it ends. Like sometimes, how seemingly, the road in front of us, it gets pulled beneath our feet, the road too, ends. But does it necessarily mean that, everything stops from there, comes to a standstill, and does not move on? Does it mean that, we give up, and resign, to whatever fate throws to us? No, we don't. We continue the fight.
Control stations, ticket booths, the most curious things about them, when most in need, they have this knack, of closing right upon you. As commuters, we rely heavily on the support of public transport to get around, some would say without them, most would lose motivation to even carry on to their final destinations. But then again, does it mean that, once the shutters of the ticketing booth close themselves upon you, we give up? When faced with one less prospect in life, one less opportunity, do we forfeit ourselves the chance to continue with what we have on hand? Is it, that difficult to give ourselves another deserving chance, to aim for what we deem best for ourselves. Or is it ever too late to do so? No, it isn't, and would never be. We persevere through, till the fight is over.
Frustrating, till the extent that it is a blow to our morale sometimes, are the different kind of problems we face each day. A place on the team, a scholarship position, good grades, they matter a lot to us. Not receiving the due recognition, what we set out for, it is, not the end. Things do not always turn out the way we want it to be; we do not want it to happen, yet it does. And yes, we are powerless, vulnerable, only to let the cascading waves of sorrowful emotion wash over. But we do not let these be the defining conclusion to our efforts; we try, and try, again, until we succeed. What is the first attempt might not be a success, but determination, perseverance, ultimately outwits, and outlives, obstacles that we might face. And so, we strive on, with only victory in battle in our mind.
Control over ourselves, our emotions even, is one thing that we struggle with, sometimes. We make mistakes, but we learn, to forgive ourselves, and others. To put it simply, with the last seat/position on the bus taken up, we stand, and live with it. Faced with less pleasurable circumstances, we adapt, and change for the better. With chances taken away from us, we fight. Even harder we do this time, for happiness, for what we deem, important. We give it our all. And yes, we win eventually, the battle with ourselves, and of those challenges around us.
As much as one would want to, there is really a limit to one's abilities. To be at many places at once, to always be around, be it for comforting words, a leaning shoulder, to offer a warm embrace, no matter how much we try, it sometimes is difficult, really difficult, and we do regret not being there in times of need, though not openly, but, we do. A mere word of apology, is insufficient, but sincerity, and concern, I believe, comes from deep inside.
A concession would bring you around, destination to destination. Buses do too. And little do we know, some of the greatest experiences in life; they are found, on the backseats of those monotonous bus journeys of everyday, it's whether we pay or not, attention to the people, or to the fine details that are around us, and make best of life. (:
I believe
To some, random words put together mean nothing.
To others, they might be a show of concern, of support.
Words have different meanings, unique to each reader.
You can do it, I know you can. 加油. (: