A Passenger

Would you like to be a driver or a passenger?

Many of us would probably choose to be the driver, for we want to be in control. However, there are certain journeys in life where being a passenger is more delightful.  And just enjoy the ride.

Eight years ago, I was a passenger to my son’s playful dream (see original post here).

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Today, I am really his passenger.

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Even though it can be uneasy, I will savor this passage.

Who knows what’s next on this journey, but I am looking forward to it.

(*photos taken by the passenger)

3 thoughts on “A Passenger

  1. My stepson (Pilipina ang asawa ko) used to drive in Bulacan at age 12 and I happened to be his passenger (kapwa sa kotse at sa tricycle)… Mahusay magmaneho ang mga kabataang Pilipino!

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