Life according to this blogger

You come alone with nothing. You leave alone at the end with nothing. Along the way you collect "stuff" and you have some company during the journey. Some are great. Some are not so great. You love some, you dread some, and there are others that let you travel your own way. Some like to travel the safe route the most people take. Others are risk takers and like to hike their own way.

It's like riding a bus. Some one gets on the bus, seats next to you in the empty seat. You don't smoke or drink and hate rap music; your neighbor loves those. You put up with it knowing the journey will end soon. Your neighbor puts up with you thinking you don't have a life. Sometimes two people even vow to live together during the journey for better or for worse. Soon, one takes over the life of the other. Some travelers cannot laugh. They in turn make the journey a drag for all. Some do not even have words like "love you", "sorry", or "thank you" in their vocabulary. Yet, some are full of life and laughter. They love company and uplift the mood of all.

Some say they are in love, but do not know the meaning of love. Is it physical, emotional, material, or spiritual love? For some when romance wears out, love goes out the window. Some cannot accept the differences and at the slightest difference (like how you squeeze the tooth paste tube or how loudly you clear your throat) walk away from you. Some still journey together where one tortures the other and the other toils the journey quietly like a slave. Yet others that can't take it any more, get up from the seat and find another empty seat alone. They become afraid of company. But then sometimes the seats are reserved and you are stuck till the end of the journey.

How much you enjoy your journey depends on how happy you make your fellow travelers and not how much fellow travelers make you happy. Sometimes it's a hopeless situation. No matter how hard you try, you cannot make the other person happy. Did the person open his or her eyes on the wrong side of the bed? Was it in the gene? Was it the surroundings?

When the journey is over, you leave your traveling companion and arrive at your destination alone. Only a very few are remembered after they complete their journey.