I just had my first commuter rage since coming home from travels. A weird feeling and something not missed, but I think there’s a lesson here…
A crowd of people were waiting for a stand still trains doors to open. As they did I got swooped on into the open doors – people in front of me being pushed into my path by others squeezing in from the sides, people behind me stepping on the back of my feet, the angry man on the other side of me unable to get on with his bike because of all this. He was also the man I had to cut up to jump on the train as I was being pushed. I thought I’d get out of the way, not run for a seat, but stand near the toilets. Not the most pleasurable, but not as crowded. But the bike man got on – it seemed I was standing where his bike goes. Is there no where safe to be?!
I walked to the other side of the carriage and miraculously found a single seat. Ta da. Someone was looking out for me.
I realise that everyone just wants to get home, it is gone ten PM after all. Usually my bed time!
But the pushing, stomping and angry man rialed me.
No one really wants to be the angry man, stomping man, the pushing man or even the slightly pissed off woman. And I won’t. So there :p (deliberate sticky out tongue face).
And then. I got off the train. Watched people. Heard the hustle of everyday life. Got on to a tram. Looked out of the window as my changing home town went by me. And then. It was there. The moon.
In all that, I realised – while I thought it was harder to see beauty in the everyday hustle, I found it… Amoungst the very same hustle. People, noises, faces, places. The sky. The moon.
It’s all there for the taking. I just had to open my eyes.
Thanks for the lesson, world. I heard you loud and clear.