still

On my way back from Los Angeles today, I had a very nice moment. One of many, but this felt more special. After standing on the bus for about an hour, I finally had a chance to sit down after the bus emptied out quite a lot. As I was looking out the window, and as the sun was going down I caught a glimpse of a handful of birds flying past some power-lines and trees. And at that moment I felt this overwhelming joy and sadness all at once. I started to cry so intensely and the old man sitting next to me asked me if I was okay, and as I wiped my tears with my sleeve my mouth let out a very quiet, "I'm okay, thank you". And the man just smiled and looked away.

As we got closer to Pomona, I noticed the moon from the window of the bus. It was such a sight tonight, I couldn't help but to be so awed by its glow. And I thought about something, I thought about how constant the moon is, how steady it has always been and I asked myself if I could be that way. Constant, steady, still...

And as the bus dropped us off at our stop, I thanked the man for asking me if I was okay. And I thought about something as I was heading home. I thought, I can try and try and wish but maybe I'll never be just like the moon, but I can still learn so much from it, and I can still learn so much from other people. I can learn to understand others better.

I think, in a way, that's still really special.