When I left work today, instead of going straight to my bus stop, I walked along 41st Avenue in order to put a couple of important letters in the mailbox. One was to my Bubby (grandmother) and the other, to the tax department.
As I passed one of the bus stops, my bus came by. It was a little full and I hadn’t yet mailed my letters but I was considering getting on it because I wondered, if I took the extra couple of minutes to do what I “had” to do, if then I’d have to wait “forever” until another bus came by.
I decided that these letters were important enough (guess which was more important than the other) that I chose to miss this bus even though I couldn’t tell how long it would be until the next bus would come.
Once I finally got to the bus stop after mailing the letters, the bus came almost immediately. And it was almost empty.
Ah, I thought. I did what I felt like I needed to do and in the end, it worked out fine. The bus came and it was even better than the first one I thought of taking. The first one which I was compelled to take because I was worried another one would never come along.
Same too with life. We need to do what we need to do. We cannot fight reality. And then another bus always comes. Or if we were supposed to catch the first one, then when it’s the right time, that same bus will come by again and this time we’ll be ready to get on it.