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I always liked to travel by bus. I find really interesting sitting and watching people around me, especially in the morning. Everyone looks so preoccupied, so absorbed in thoughts. I wonder whether they are married or single, whether they have got any children, whether there is somebody in the evening waiting for them to come home. It's such a good feeling to come home knowing that there is someone who is waiting for you, or somebody who ought to come.

I wonder whether people have dreams. Are they fighting for an ideal? Do they wake up in the morning with the feeling that this day will be the one in which they will accomplish what they set out to do? I wonder how much their work is worth. Do they like what they are doing or it's just an everyday routine? Are they allowed to create? Are they willing to create? Are they searching for something that has not been found so far? Or, are they waiting for the next day to come, hoping that it will be a lucky one? Do they write history or their fate is already written?

Have you ever got the feeling that you know very well somebody you just met? Have you encountered a person, a stranger, to whom you changed a few words, having the feeling that you know that person for years? Or, have you felt that you needn't talk to that person, because their blue look was more than enough? Why is it happening? Perhaps because you have already found everything you need to know about that person, and all the rest is worthless stuff.

Then, why do you live all your life with a person without knowing their soul, their deepest feelings?