Whenever I leave for college from my home, the bus inevitably takes me from the route where my house is. I pass less than 800m from my house -- a distance I can easily cover on foot. It always is an effort of will to not leap from my seat and ask the driver to stop the bus for just a moment.
I wonder if my parents would be happy or angry. I bet the former, but they will still choose to be the latter because they are perhaps only this close from saying it themselves that there's no need for me to go anywhere. But they are choosing to be strong, otherwise I would never get to be strong like them. But then again, I often wonder... will I ever be?
It is rather ironic, cinematic even, that my home and my college lie along the same path, and I always willfully ignore the road less travelled by.
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