The idea about reality, and how it “should” be, has been very often on my mind last month.
Taking public transport to reach a classroom no more than 40kms away. Never the same trains, never the same time, … washed away expectations.
Sometimes even half an hour late at work, .. far below ‘my standards’. Getting home late doesn’t feel too bad. This project only lasted 3 weeks. But it is pretty bad: at times two and a half hours between A and B. This is an average of 16kms/h or 10 miles per hour. It would be easier to go by bike!
What about ‘my standards’. My standards are a given concept. ‘A teacher always has to be on time, although 5-10 minutes late due to circumstances are allowed (if less than 5 times a year)’.
‘My standards’ are an indirect cause of my possible frustrations. If I looked upon public transport as most do in Tanzania, I would never be frustrated.
After the first two days I got used to it. Shrugging the shoulders. I do my best. What more can I do. They do their best, what more can they do? The machines that run the railways do their best. Thinking about plan B and even C …
And then I arrived on time, for several days in a row, by plan A.
Danger zone is a possibility of fatalism, that might soon lead to inaction and neglect.
But one month is not enough to reach that zone.
In November I’ll teach the same class,
and I’ll try to combine car and bike
or car and tramway.
But I don’t have illusions on plan B or C. It might work, but it also might not work. I have to take the last possibility into account and relax and surrender to it if it will happen.
All frustration(s), anger and sadness almost always arise from the difference between reality and how it should be.
Pictures taken by bvdb (whoisbert) – Canon ixus HS230 – June 2013 @brussels_nord_station IMG_3531