These days, my journey to my place of work has expanded. I get into a bus, a metro a bus and then a metro. There might be a simpler way of arriving at the destination, but I tried this route and am now comfortable. We need not get out of our comfortable zone unless necessary. This long journey provides me time to be with my thoughts. My overthinking and imaginary ass sometimes overgrows its boundaries. But at other times, contributes to very self-satisfactory blogs such as these.
On one such journey, in the metro, seats emptied at a stop. And the people standing, started to walk around and shift to get into the chair. This made me chuckle because it reminded me of the musical chair game we play. And there was music, the rumbling of the metro on the track outside, the swirling of air conditioners, and the chatter of people inside and this music is stopped when the beeps of the door sound, indicating the opening and closing.
But the chuckle didn't last long because I got philosophical. Aren't we all playing a musical chair? Still in the phase of transition from a student to a professional, I realised that my musical chair game as a student as ended and the game as a professional began. Darker thoughts took over because I now play the game as an adult.