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One day in a Jeepney
One day in a Jeepney,
I came across a man whose eyes were glued on his phone.
When a passenger beside him handed a bill to pass over to the driver,
He didn't move.
The passenger beside him, who was a woman, rolled her eyes at him and talked about how disrespectful he was.
They ended up arguing until one of them got off.
I never saw them again as I took the same Jeepney at the same time every day.
One day in a Jeepney,
I came across a man who was crying into his handkerchief.
No one asked him what's wrong.
He cried and cried until he got off, and the moment he did, I heard few murmurs in the Jeepney saying how inconsiderate he was for crying out loud.
I never saw him again either.
One day in a Jeepney,
I came across a woman, who I believed was a musician.
She had a guitar case on her back, and although she was quiet for most of the ride, people were annoyed because her huge instrument got in the way and made it hard for people to move.
I never saw her again as well.
One day in a Jeepney,
I thought about these people.
These people who I will never have a chance of seeing again.
Except that I wanted to tell them something.
I wanted to tell that man on his phone, that he will be married to that woman he didn't show help to. That he will hurt her and it will tear their family apart just two years later.
I wanted to ask that crying man what happened to him, because he seemed down. I could've helped prevented him from killing himself as news reported three days later that he jumped from a tall building due to depression.
I wanted to tell that beautiful musician, to never give up on her dreams, because she will be successful in four years time.
I'm a ghost of the future, and I wanted to tell them these because those days in the Jeepney, were my last days alive.
One day in a Jeepney,
I took my last step.
As I crossed the pedestrian, a car hit me.
Being dead sucks.
It makes you think of all the decisions you could've easily done, but now all you got to do is regret 24/7.
It's crazy, all I've been doing is reliving these past experiences, thinking over and over how one decision could mean so much and make such huge difference.
It's no use to sulk, I know.
But I'm hopeful.
Atleast you still get to make a difference.
© IllegnaTheScribbler
I came across a man whose eyes were glued on his phone.
When a passenger beside him handed a bill to pass over to the driver,
He didn't move.
The passenger beside him, who was a woman, rolled her eyes at him and talked about how disrespectful he was.
They ended up arguing until one of them got off.
I never saw them again as I took the same Jeepney at the same time every day.
One day in a Jeepney,
I came across a man who was crying into his handkerchief.
No one asked him what's wrong.
He cried and cried until he got off, and the moment he did, I heard few murmurs in the Jeepney saying how inconsiderate he was for crying out loud.
I never saw him again either.
One day in a Jeepney,
I came across a woman, who I believed was a musician.
She had a guitar case on her back, and although she was quiet for most of the ride, people were annoyed because her huge instrument got in the way and made it hard for people to move.
I never saw her again as well.
One day in a Jeepney,
I thought about these people.
These people who I will never have a chance of seeing again.
Except that I wanted to tell them something.
I wanted to tell that man on his phone, that he will be married to that woman he didn't show help to. That he will hurt her and it will tear their family apart just two years later.
I wanted to ask that crying man what happened to him, because he seemed down. I could've helped prevented him from killing himself as news reported three days later that he jumped from a tall building due to depression.
I wanted to tell that beautiful musician, to never give up on her dreams, because she will be successful in four years time.
I'm a ghost of the future, and I wanted to tell them these because those days in the Jeepney, were my last days alive.
One day in a Jeepney,
I took my last step.
As I crossed the pedestrian, a car hit me.
Being dead sucks.
It makes you think of all the decisions you could've easily done, but now all you got to do is regret 24/7.
It's crazy, all I've been doing is reliving these past experiences, thinking over and over how one decision could mean so much and make such huge difference.
It's no use to sulk, I know.
But I'm hopeful.
Atleast you still get to make a difference.
© IllegnaTheScribbler
