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The Bus Stop.

I was driving and went past a bus stop and I saw an old man, a really old man sitting waiting with his walking frame for the bus. His face looked so peaceful he didn’t hold a phone nor a book he just sat waiting for the bus, looking out to the world.


As I continued on my drive it made me wonder, when the time comes for me to be sitting at the bus stop with my walking frame looking out at the world how will I have feel?

Will I be sitting reflecting on days gone bye, with a heart full of gratitude for the adventures, the experiences, the chances I took, and the people that I met and loved along the way?

Or will I be sitting reflecting on days gone bye with regret and sadness for the people I missed out on meeting and loving, the places I didn’t see, the chances I didn't take, the adventures I didn’t have?

I often read that the first step in anything we do is the hardest, yet I truly believe, it is not only the first step that is the hardest, it’s the next one and the next one after that. It is only when we are greeted with comfort in the steps that we take, that the familiar feeling brings more ease to what we doing.

When it is time to be sitting at the bus stop with our walking frames looking out at the world contemplating the life that we have lived, will it be with a full heart of gratitude? Will we have taken our first and hardest steps many, many times to experience, and have taken the chances that felt risky because that’s what adventure, that’s what exploring, that’s what love requires us to do to be able to look back and know we were brave enough to truly live all of our lives.

So if you think about sitting at the bus stop with your walking frame looking out to the world contemplating the life that you have lived, will you have shied away from the first step more times than you were brave enough to take it?

Will you have lived life with a full and great full heart?

The Bus Stop - Arlais Virtual Wellness Studio
The Bus Stop - Arlais Virtual Wellness Studio