becoming instantly rather kan cheong spider (in what would be zq's words), i kept on peering out of the bus and started praying that i'd be able to catch it in time. but even as i ended my prayer, another bus (number 8) cut in between 60 and 65, which served to cause my bus delay, such that i eventually missed the 60 in front.
at this point, i started getting a little pissy and rolling my eyes to myself as i alighted from 65--goodness knows how long the next 60 bus would take to come?! and as i got off the bus, i turned to see that there was another 60 right behind my bus! of course, i hurriedly scrambled up the bus--it was relatively empty and had a very casual 优哉闲哉 feel to it, unlike that of the usual morning working crowds--and promptly gave thanks.
isn't life sometimes just like that too? you've got your eyes so set on the bus in front, that bus you can see, right there, right in front of you. you want so bad to catch it so you'd be in time for school or work or goodness-knows-what-else, you pray so hard for God to let you have it, let you have it your way, 'cos... well, i guess... no one ever really wants to be late.
but somehow it seems your prayer goes unanswered, somehow you just miss that bus ahead, and 你眼睁睁看着它离你越来越远，越来越远。。。(you, figuratively, eyes wide open, see it moving, further and further away from you...) it's no wonder you don't feel very fab about it all; if you were me, you might wanna stomp around for a bit to vent.
then as you turn around, you realise that, hey, oh my gosh, there's another bus right there, right behind you, and it's been there all this while! that's the bus you're gonna take, just that you hadn't known it then, 'cos... well, some double decked buses in singapore are designed in such a way that there's no window out the back for you to see what's behind of the bus. besides, you were so focused on the bus in front, you'd had your eyes all set on it--that's the bus that was gonna take you to school on time, that's the bus you were gonna take, there could be no other.
and then only now you realise that it wasn't so much that God hadn't answered your prayer, but that He'd answered it all along, just that you hadn't known it then, just that it might not have been the way you'd thought it'd be, but it was still as good, if not better than what you'd hoped it to be. God has His plans for our lives. they might be different, they mightn't coincide with our own grand little ideas for our own selfish little lives, but surely, surely, they're really good, if not far, far better.
man, do i hope and pray this would always be the case for my life. that is, when i miss the bus in front.