As I sat at the bus stop, I came to the realization that I was waiting. This doesn’t sound like a large realization when put so simply, but it was almost profound to me, I was sitting, and waiting, nothing else. I was not reading a book. I wasn’t contemplating what I would do next, or where I was going. I wasn’t mentally trying to organize my day into a series of well fitting and efficient motions. I was just waiting.
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