uncovering reality

2 weeks ago, I moved in a big city. It greeted me with it’s tall buildings, strange heat from the sun, honking cars and buses, and messed up traffic. Soon I realized how hard and expensive it is to move from one place to another. Soon I realized how it costs to live.

I’ve walked on foot bridges so many times, just now I’ve had the odd creepy feeling while walking on it whenever I look down the passing cars under it. I’ve experienced riding the the train packed with people, pushing myself in so I could get home sooner. I’ve walked and stood more than I used too giving me a fair share of blisters for my feet. I’ve got to give the sun more credit this time for always being there to bring out more sweat in everyone.

Everything might be a challenge here. Because later on I start to wonder how people live in this kind of noisy crowded place. Everything seems so fast, so alive, you need to keep up. Every single day, waking up to the same routine of bumpy buses, speedy jeeps and smoke.

Today, I stared at traveling windows again. I’ve taken pleasure in watching where a train goes more often. This time, I gazed at the towering buildings lit up for the night. It was getting dark and I wish I was back home, where I need not go too far. On the last train stop, finally, I went off, and started on another walk along the semi-dark pavement. I watched the line of buses waiting on its passengers and looked beyond where the other buses were going. For a moment as i walked on another foot bridge, I watched another amazing view as all the vehicles trailed away to making a united river of tail lights. Then I switched back to reality to go after the next two rides home.

There must be a reason to be here. Why everything seems not to take a break even for fresh air. Why everywhere I go, there’s a new route somewhere else to see. Why every turn, there’s a new place too get lost to, a new jeepney ride to remember. Why people continue on, moving, living…