This blog is a departure from my usual style, but I felt compelled to write it. I hope you enjoy it, or at least see the metaphors in your own ‘bus ride’.
When you’re young and just starting out, you begin a long journey that will last the better part of your lifetime. Everything you learned up to now was designed to prepare you for a long bus trip, and almost all of us will take that ride.
You stand, excited and scared at the same time, with thousands of other people, young and old alike, waiting to get on a bus. Buses of all sizes, shapes, and colours, numbering in the hundreds, rev their engines and vie for a spot on the road, or are parked to let people on or off. You wonder which bus you should try to board, or perhaps more importantly, which bus will let you on.
You stand at the doorway to a bus you seem to like, and the driver may talk to you. If they like you, they may ask you to board, and travel with them, hopefully to your destination, although that destination hasn’t been determined yet – at least not for you.
You may have to talk to a lot of bus drivers. Some will close the door without acknowledging you were even standing there. Others say they have to make a stop first, but will come back for you, but never show up again.
In time, you will find a seat on a bus that will take you. The bus is crowded, but you locate a seat at the back that you will share with a total stranger for some time. The air is thick and hot back there. No windows – at least not clean enough or near enough to see out of – and no air conditioning. It’s not pleasant, but the promise of a journey into the future keeps you smiling, or at least tolerating it.
The bus begins to move, and you watch as the busy streets blur around you. Any sense of direction is lost to you, but you put your trust in the driver, and know that wherever you’re going, it’s better than where you were.
There are buses everywhere, big and small – some slow and broken, others shiny and fast. Most are just like any other bus, though, and that’s the kind you’re on – conservative and consistent. Just like you.
The bus makes frequent stops, and some people are escorted off, crying or yelling. Others jump off as soon as it slows down, and run to another bus. No explanation is given, and you likely will never see them again. An empty seat becomes a semi-civilized battle with the other passengers, especially those at the back with little air and no space.
If they’re fortunate enough, someone will move up to the vacant seat, leaving a bit more room for you to stretch out and maybe become known as a good passenger to the few around you. Often, though, the seat is stolen by someone picked up along the way that the bus stopped for.
On the bus, you get to know the other passengers around you. Everyone has a different reason to be on the bus, but in the end, they are all looking for their own destination somewhere down that long road.
Some might become friends, although most will remain ‘that guy’ who says hello to you every morning but you still don’t know his name. Such is life when you are traveling on a great journey, and you begin to realize that the expedition itself is as relevant as the destination you were looking for.
If you’re lucky, seats will become empty further to the front on this very, very long trip, and as you move forward on the bus, you become more well-known and liked. You try to keep in touch with those at the back, but its tough. The air is cleaner up here, and you can actually see out the side windows, although the path ahead is still not fully in view.
You feel glad you got on a bus that could go so long without any breakdowns or getting lost. You praise the drivers’ skills and work with the other passengers to make sure the bus keeps on the road, straight and true. Life is good.
Eventually, after a long time, you realize that your destination, although still an extremely long way off, is actually closer to you now than your starting point, and everything you dreamed of for yourself is coming to fruition. You have moved a long way forward on the bus, and can even talk to the driver occasionally.
The bus still stops, and people get on and off – either voluntarily or by force. You don’t make contact with most of them, but a few promise to keep in touch. Most don’t, though.
The bus has become home. In fact, you realize you’ve spent more time on the bus than anywhere else as long as you’ve lived.
Some people have changed buses many times, but you, with the exception of a few quick transfers early on, have remained on this bus the whole time. Even the driver has changed over the years, but the bus has stayed, more or less, on the same path the whole time.
At some point, you notice, however, that the bus has begun to move more slowly. Other newer, faster buses are better equipped for the road ahead, and pass you quickly. The destination is not approaching at the rate it once was, and more and more seats are now empty. Fewer passengers are picked up to fill them. The driver isn’t talking as much as they used to, either.
The bus slows even more, despite the lighter load, and people start to whisper about what the driver is going to do about it. You all trust him – you have to! He’ll figure things out and you’ll continue on our route like you always have. You got on the right bus.
Then one day it happens. The bus stops, and as you look out the window to see why, you find that you are the next one to be escorted off, along with a few others. No explanation, or forewarning. Just a somber handshake and some tips on how to find another bus somewhere else.
So there you are. Standing on the side of the road, watching the bus amble along without you, shakily heading to the destination that you were sure it would take you to. Shock, sadness, and yes, even anger fill you, and for a while, you can’t even think about getting on another bus. Even if you did, where would you sit? Where would the bus be going? Can you trust the driver and the other passengers? No – just sit a while and think.
You decide to stay and play for a time – stretch your legs and smell the flowers around you that you sped past all those years. If feels good to do this, but in the back of your mind, you recall just how much further you still need to travel to reach your destination. That thought is always there, lurking in the recesses of your brain, like a sinister shadow, threatening to step into full view.
The thought of the long path ahead becomes overwhelming, so you make up a little sign “Great Passenger. Hard Working. Respectful. Loyal. Will take any seat”, and you stand on the side of the road, forcing a smile, waiting for a bus to see you and stop.
Buses pass by so fast that you’re sure they can’t even read the sign. A few slow down and give you a quick glance, but speed off without stopping. You stand on the side of the road for a long time, wondering how some people get buses to stop and pick them up, but you can’t. Is the the sign wrong? Do you look intimidating? Are you too old……?
A few buses stop, and even let you look inside. They have an empty seat, and need someone to fill it. You’re dressed well, and are groomed to give a great impression, but the seat they have is pretty far back, and it might not be a good thing for someone so well groomed to sit back there.
The bus leaves without picking you up. This happens a lot.
Down the side of the road, you see one of the old passengers from your bus, pushing a motorcycle along the soft shoulder of the road towards you.
They stop when they reach you, and show you the motorcycle they have. It’s not working, but maybe, with the two of you together, you can get it running and zoom right past all those stinky, noisy buses to your destination in record time. No more bus drivers deciding who gets on or off, and when. You’re the drivers now!
You have nothing to lose, but as you both push the old machine along in the soft sand, you tape the sign to your back – just in case.
The hope of getting that motorcycle running keeps your energy up for a while, but the tires don’t roll in the sand very well, and for some reason the engine just won’t start. You keep watching over your shoulder, hoping another bus might just stop and pick you up. It’s a tactic that’s mixed with wishful thinking and guilt, but one that you hope will pay off.
Others on motorcycles pass along the way. You are conflicted with desire for yourself, and jealousy that they got theirs working while you still push yours along in the hot sun. Still, the thought of being in the drivers seat brings new hope, and you push on, despite the odds.
At times, when you’re alone on the road, those dark shadows flow into the light like a river breaking its protective banks. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. The bus was supposed to carry you all the way to your destination. How will you get there now? It’s way to far to walk, the motorcycle idea doesn’t seem to be working, and despite a few stops, no bus has made a seat available to you. How did this happen to a good person? It’s not fair. But, as they say, life isn’t fair. No one was out to get you. No malicious intent was a part of anyone’s agenda. S**t happens sometimes.
In the end, there’s no guarantees. You may never get on a bus to begin with, and even if you do, it might be a short trip. You were luckier than most. You had a good ride – and a long one. Time to stop the pity party, and do what you’ve done before. You’re smarter now than you were back then. You know which buses to stay away from and which ones can get you all the way to your destination.
This is nothing more than another new adventure. A bump in the road, and you should be excited like you were when you stepped foot on that first bus so long ago.
Except this time, the stakes are a lot higher. You have more skin in the game, and more people are expecting big things out of you. Failure is not an option, and the bus drivers have a lot more questions now than they did back then.
Where will you end up? Will you ever get that motorcycle running, or will you have to take a few buses to get there? You’ll never know. The only thing to do is to know that everyone you’ve ever met is rooting for you, and wants to see you get there, and that somehow, it will happen.
Leap and the net will appear. Keep those dark shadows behind the banks as much as possible, and when you feel like they’re seeping in, run for the high ground of friends and family. They’ll always carry you.
Have faith in God. He has big plans for you. This change is a chance to reassess your path and to listen to what he’s calling you to. There’s a purpose for everything, even, if like that first part of your bus trip, you can’t see it yet.
I wish for your bus ride to be full of adventure, great friends, deep faith, and an awesome destination. You can’t ask for much more than that.
Safe travels, my friend.