It's been a pretty busy month of April for me, and yesterday, being the last day of the month, I got reminded why sometimes, we don't have to take certain things for granted.
A few days ago, I had packed up my bags because I had a trip to go on. And I remember that after I left my house for the bus park, I had asked the bus driver for directions, and he had casually told me that I would most likely be arriving at my destination later at night. This was around 10am when we had this conversation.
Unlike most developed countries where the buses have a particular time when they get to the station and leave the station or parks, it's not the same thing over here. In most parks, the bus wouldn't leave until it was completely filled with passengers. What that means is that if you happen to be the first person on the bus, then you probably would be sitting there for hours, waiting for it to get filled up before your journey would even start.
Sadly, in order to get to my destination, I would be making use of two bus parks. The first one, which also happens to be the one where the driver had given me a reality check, had gotten filled up a bit quickly. I barely sat for thirty minutes before we were on our way.
I eventually got to the second bus park, and luckily for me, I was the last passenger to get on the vehicle. So the moment I got on it, we were off. So, unlike what the first driver had predicted, I had gotten lucky, and after about four hours, I got to my destination safely.
Well, fast forward to when I eventually had to leave some days later. I had gotten up, gotten my things together, and gone over to the first bus park on my way back, and believe it or not, I was the last passenger to get to the park. So the moment I got in, we were on our way again.
By this time, I was starting to feel untouchable, like there was a force somewhere just making things go my way, and I loved it. But then we got to the second park, and almost as if the universe wanted to teach me a lesson for being so cocky and feeling untouchable, I had gotten into a vehicle that had about six people already in it.
This was an eighteen-seater bus, and with me making it seven people, I felt it wouldn't be a big deal getting the remaining eleven other passengers.
I sat in that bus for the next four hours, doing nothing but just constantly drying my face up with my handkerchief due to excessive sweating from not just my face, but everywhere. When we eventually got on the road, I soon realized how lucky I had been during all of those other trips.
And I got to understand why that first driver had told me that I could get to my destination late at night. It made me realize that I wasn't appreciative enough when I had those first three trips, and maybe that was why the universe showed me what I would have gone through if it hadn't stepped in when it did.