It is at night, where there is overwhelming sense of darkness
eating away the fringes of time, but there's the feeling that the
worst is over - where there is exhaustion, where the world is
waiting to close its eyes but still restlessly desires to simply
stay there and faintly witness the psychodelic myriad of lights;
of the stars; crazy flashes of passing cars, city's neon
seizures; of chaos faraway - but here: there's only peace.
This place is not a place as long as it is faraway from everywhere. It is a place too sacred and one that is seldom traveled. It is of a foreign surroundings, but has tender sentiments and felt like a very old friend or someone who you cared for who have passed away ages ago; or even something that reminds you of your past lives.
But for the author, the place is in a forest. It always seems to rain but it never really does. There is no road; just a little trail of pathway that would seem to fatten itself and elbows out the forest when a bus arrives. The forest itself is bizzarely part jungle and part coniferous trees. The sky above has a wide spherical stretch. It is the kind of starry skies that knows that there are millions of people looking up and that they secretly wish to fall upward and drown into it. The path where the bus came from is always dark and the direction it goes to has a certain glow. It is the kind of dark light that spells curiosity, or the hand that wants to move away the obstacles for the eyes to peek through.
This play has two characters. They are A and B. A waits while B
(A and B turn towards each other)
B: HEY, I'm talking to you.
A: Oh. ... hey.
B: Are you waiting for a bus.
A: I guess so.
B: Wow, so am I!
A: good. to. know.
B: I'm serious! Where are you going to?
B: Whe -
A: I don't know.
B: Hey, so am I! .. Isn't it odd? Two people waiting at a random bus stop in the middle of nowhere and both have no clue of where they're heading to.
A: More freakish than odd. More of american horror than british romance.
B: Typical post 9/11 xenophobia. We assume strangers would most likely to cause us harm than offer us help.
A: I did not ask for help.
B: Okay. So ... which bus are you waiting for.
A: I don't know.
B: Hm. So you don't even know whether you will eventually hop on to a bus?
A: When I feel it is the right bus; I will.
B: But, how do you know if it will be the right bus?
A: I know when I see it.
A: hey, don't judge me! There is no point of taking a bus if you do not know if it is the right one.
B: But then. is it not contradictory? You said you do not know where you're going to, but you would know the right bus will take you to - whereever?
A: Sometimes you just need to simply follow your guts.
B: And sometimes; you need the faith that the next bus will take you further in your journey.
A: But what if it takes you further AWAY from the place?
B: Since we do not know where we are going to, the wrong direction might perchance lead us to somewhere better than the destination that we expected.
A: And if it is far worse?
B: You can always wait for another bus there.
A: But if you do not take leaps of faith with those buses, you will save yourself from pointless journeys, broken hopes, dissapointments and regrets. This place might not be too bad after all.
B: .. perhaps. Perhaps this place is THE place that we have been looking for; and yet, it will take a journey away to realize it.
A: And if I never find the right bus, I will be forever waiting and will not know how it feels to eventually reach the place I am looking for.
B: You will never know until you try.
A: Which path is better?
B: I do not know. All I know is that I will have no regret.
A: life is too short for regrets.
B: Look! here comes a bus!
A: The seed of fear and desire.
B: The manifestation of endless possibilities
A: the solution, the cure, the poison, the question with no answers.
B: The force that moves and changes.
A: Right or wrong ...
B: ... we must choose.
A: I am not sure if it is the right one. No it couldn't be.
B: I have to get on, or else it will be too late.
A: I think there's another one coming soon. Could be it!
B: It's about to leave! I really must go. So...
A: .. I guess it's a goodbye.
B: I guess so. So...
A: All the best. I hope that you'll get to the place your looking for.
B: We will! eventually.And if not?
A: Well, I will never get tired of waiting and hoping.
B: or trying and seeking.
A bright star is born when another dies,
in failure one's torn, from its lessons one thrives.
For there's no fruits sweeter from the land you've sown,
for a joy is far greater when grief is known.
Life is a vessel in sea infinite,
and the wind shall take us to paths indefinite.
when a dream is lost a wisdom is found,
an onward journey is homeward bound.