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I think public transportation may be just what is keeping people sane in this crazy city... although some days the delays and crowded aisles can be enough to drive one insane. My point is that when you're actually on the bus - you've waited and waited, it finally arrives and you board, you're in transit - it can be quite a soothing place (as long as you're not in too much of a hurry).

That moment, when you let go and allow the driver to make all the decisions, you are still moving toward your destination but you have relinquished control - that is precious time for me. Sitting in my seat, I have a little window on the world from a moving glass box. I can observe the passing buildings, I can observe my life as it moves along around me, time passes and I am completely removed from it.

I have experienced some wonderfully emotional moments on trains, buses, airplanes. I can see things with unparalleled clarity, and I have found I can feel things more - when I'm not weighted down by schedules and responsibilities, but I am still in the world. I hope others around me are in as deep a place as I am on the train. It takes those moments, when we can go to that place, then come back and deal with each other with perspective.