Riding Along

People ride a crowded bus through a large town. The bus route goes past the commercial area, the bad neighborhoods, the good neighborhoods, the brand-new developments, the nondescript neighborhoods, the flat parts of town, the mountainous parts of town, the hospital, the industrial section, the beverage district, the schools, the museums, the churches, the grocery stores, the mall, the movie theater, the train tracks, the banks, and whatever else that town has.
Just about everyone on the bus has a plan and knows where they want to stop riding and start doing. A few people just keep riding, never committing to anything, never stopping, just watching the scenery go by. They'll know their stop when they see it, they think. They might die on the bus, never finding the right place to get off. What if the church is better than the mall? What if the beverage district is better than the church? What if I missed my stop and just didn't know it?
Today I am wondering if I'm one of those people who doesn't know where to get off, someone who wants to keep riding and watching the scenery, the colors, the flutter of activity, the people living life, go by, for the safety of knowing I won't get stuck somewhere I don't want to be.