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?