Tick tock.
I stared at the
watch strapped on my wrist to see how swiftly that second hand moves. I have been
stuck in traffic for the last forty-five minutes. I glanced at the window, only
to figure that home is still another twenty five minutes away from where I am.
It could have been
just fifteen minutes if it were not for the slow-pace motion. Ah, traffic.
I lamented it. I
regret every significant amount of time I put to waste whenever I get to spend
the time in a halt, unproductively waiting for the long drive to end. All I was
left was a moment to stare at the blank faces of those who are seated around
me.
Intriguing. I wonder what thoughts are
penetrated in their silence and stillness, while we are all caught up in an inescapable
moment – there were nowhere else to go, nothing else to do.
If a man is summoned to a state of
waiting, of inactivity, how does the human mind work? Does it take all the activeness
the body ought to do? What is then the instinctive thought that the mind
ponders? Or is there such? If there is, is it relative?
