Wrong Buses

 I have to say I am grateful for the times I mistakenly get on the wrong bus, as happened to me tonight at Don Mills Station. Yes, it was annoying and irritating at first, but some interesting things happened to me anyway. I had that experience of "I am in a rush to get to nowhere", and realized, with a sense of anguish, that even though I am technically on holidays, I am still in a task oriented clock mode, where I am thinking I need to "get somewhere" by a certain time of the day. This is simply foolish. Isn't it time that I try a new route or even "get lost" sometimes?
     When I took the southbound bus instead of the northbound, I was suddenly taken to a bus stop that I wouldn't normally see on a weekend day; one which in fact is closer to my work. This made me realize that it can be joyful to be thrown in a place that is not exactly "in my way", as it were, and might even be off the beaten path.
   When I come to reflect on it, times of sudden irritation or inconvenience can be reframed as "opportunities to be alive". After all, a rock or a dead tree cannot feel irritation, yet somehow, by miracle, a human being can. It's a reminder to me that sometimes things that seem frustrating are opportunities to live.