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I'm working on a project. In the meantime enjoy this birb So like I've been thinking of something. You know how when you sit on buses/trains you look over at somebody else's seat and think "oh darn, it must be great to sit there! The view is amazing!" but when you actually do sit there, you realise it's... not as impressive as you thought. There's always an awkwardly placed plastic pillar blocking your glorious view. Then you look at someone else and think, "Wow, their view is so good! I wish I could sit there! Why don't they stare out the window more and appreciate their lucky seat?!" but you don't know that they also have the same problem as you do, with an irritating pillar blocking their vision. It just looks like the person has a great view, but once you actually sit there, it's kinda annoying because you're staring forwards, straight into a pillar which separates the windows, and that blocks your otherwise perfect view. Which is why when you sit in a bus, you tend to look at the window OPPOSITE of yours, because to look through your own window fully and without any obstructions, you'd have to turn your head like 90 degrees. Well that whole thing kinda reminded me of life. Cause you look at others and think that they have so many good things and are so much more privileged than you are, and you wonder why they don't appreciate their lucky lives more, but what you don't see is that they have their own annoying pillars too, their own troubles and 'bad stuff" or whatever which prevent them from seeing their blessings, and they probably look at you the same way you look at them, that is, with envy and longing. So I guess the thing to take away from this is that even if you can't see them properly, good things are out there. They may be obscured for a short time, or obscured for a very long time, but they ARE there, and they do shine some light on you, even if that light is not obvious and does little to relieve you of anguish. I don't know why, but sitting in a bus with the knowledge that I have a window beside me, even though I can't look through it properly, is kinda reassuring. This doesn't make your troubles any less significant though, you still have every right in the world to fume silently about the inefficient placing of window pillars in buses, but I hope you can find even a little bit of solace in the small light these hidden good things shed on you. ...Or maybe they only place dumb pillars in bus windows in inconvenient positions in my country and y'all are perfectly fine and think I'm a deranged rambler. That's fine too I guess.