Life is like riding a bus.

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Life is like riding a bus. We know it has a beginning and an end, but we cannot predict the experiences along the way. Some people have long itineraries, while others have short ones. Some people are very calm and can enjoy the view outside the window. Some people are in a difficult situation, constantly surrounded by pushing and crowding. Yet, it seems comforting compared to people hanging from the door handles, ready to fall at any moment. To achieve comfort and elegance, seats represent an essential opportunity, which is why they are always in high demand. Some people are lucky enough to find a seat as soon as they get on the bus. Some people are really unlucky; even though everyone else in the vehicle has taken their seats, they still have to stand. Sometimes seats elsewhere keep opening up, but the one right next to me remains unchanged. And just as you decide to head somewhere else, the person who was sitting in that seat happens to leave. To get or keep a seat, some people disregard their conscience and even harm others. Some people, however, are forced to give up their seats to others for one reason or another. Some people used various methods and endured long waits before they could finally sit down. But by then he had already arrived at the station. The moment he got off the train, he looked back at the carriage; perhaps he reflected on such a trivial seat and felt as though he had achieved great enlightenment. In fact, even if he had the chance to start over, he would still compete for a spot, because sometimes if you don’t sit down, there’s not even a place to stand. Unless you never get in the car, and that’s not up to you. Those who got off at the station are gone, but those still on the bus remain. Still bustling, still moving up and down……