5 seconds.

I was 5 seconds too late. I missed the earlier bus by 5 seconds. I hate that. I even tried to stop that driver but he didn't even try to stop. A older lady passed me and said "sometimes you are lucky and get people who are nice."I couldn't help but smile.

When those moments happen I just can't help and wonder what if i got on that bus? Would my life be so much different? Makes me wonder about destiny. Would running that much faster change that course of mine?

I think I question life too much and I should just concentrate on living. So I waited at the bus stop for another 25 minutes reading about Eleanor Roosevelt, and forgot about those 5 seconds ago.