Whenever I think of the phrase "perfectly content,” I view it not as the state of being completely satisfied or not having the need for anything else, but rather a rare blissful moment in which even the troubles of society vanish and you just see the imagination and passion of humanity. Accompanied with this rare blissful moment is a serene feeling that simply is not replicable by any other means. Though it can be experienced anywhere at any time, I personally have my moments of “perfect contentment” while riding the city bus. Not just any city bus, ladies and gentleman, but more specifically the CATS #30 bus that runs at 4:15 P.M on weekdays. Not your conventional environment for peace and quiet--,New Yorkers can back me up on this point; however, what I have seen and experienced on this bus is something that I will always remember.
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Everything that this bus has been through I am able, to some extent, relate it back to my life. I can still remember the first time I stayed after school for my first extracurricular activity: SAVE Club. It was such a daunting experience to be in the “real world” for the first time and then riding public transportation by myself, made it all the worse. Arriving at the bus stop, I waited 15 dreadful minutes and then, as if appearing from a 1970's horror movie, came this old raggedy blue and white bus. Stepping onto the bus for the first time took a lot of courage for me. The plot twist of this short anecdote is that despite all my efforts the day beforehand to make sure my first bus ride ran smoothly; I ended up getting on the wrong bus! I ended up taking the outer route instead of the inner route, and there went 30 minutes of my life I am not getting
Everything that this bus has been through I am able, to some extent, relate it back to my life. I can still remember the first time I stayed after school for my first extracurricular activity: SAVE Club. It was such a daunting experience to be in the “real world” for the first time and then riding public transportation by myself, made it all the worse. Arriving at the bus stop, I waited 15 dreadful minutes and then, as if appearing from a 1970's horror movie, came this old raggedy blue and white bus. Stepping onto the bus for the first time took a lot of courage for me. The plot twist of this short anecdote is that despite all my efforts the day beforehand to make sure my first bus ride ran smoothly; I ended up getting on the wrong bus! I ended up taking the outer route instead of the inner route, and there went 30 minutes of my life I am not getting