Do you ever feel as though a particular situation in life has you waiting at a bus stop? You know the route you need to take to make it where you're going, as well as the bus number. You may have even had the route verified by a veteran of the city bus system, a seasoned bus-riding pro if you will. Maybe you've even gone straight to the source and gotten your route mapped out from the Real Bus Authority at the downtown office. Yet, still you find yourself sitting there waiting for the bus to arrive.
While it's true that the bus you're waiting for operates on a very specific schedule, it just may have had to take a construction detour, gotten a flat tire, or any number of other possibilities which only causes the delay you are now forced to deal with. Well, this bus stop is exactly where I seem to find myself today. I know where it is I need to go and perhaps even how to get there and I think I know when my bus is supposed to arrive. The problem is that as the scheduled arrival time seems to be approaching I still don't recognize any sign of my bus...And, well, you see, my bus stop is near the end of a long road which means I ought to be able to see it coming from a ways away. Yet, still I wait.
The waiting wouldn't be quite so bad if that old bus riding veteran were waiting with me. I'm sure he'd be able to provide some reassurance about the bus, or maybe he knows why it so long in coming. Unfortunately though, he seems to have caught an earlier bus this time around and so I must wait alone...or at least it seems. Of course I know the Great Bus Driver above is near enough to see me and hear me, but I sometimes struggle to do the same.
...At least that's how it feels right now.
