Earlier this week I hopped on a bus in London.
As I found my seat, the bus pulled away and I noticed a taxi slowing next to the bus, as the gap ahead was too narrow. He slotted in behind, but merely for a few moments, before accelerating alongside the bus.
There was an exchange of views through open windows. Thankfully mostly inaudible, but clearly both had a perspective on what had just occurred. They drove together sharing their perspectives for a few moments before the taxi veered off.
The bus driver audibly muttered ‘stupid’, thumped his wheel twice and clearly, as he repeated the word at least five times over the next three or four minutes, his attention was directed inwardly to whatever emotions he was feeling after the exchange. Certainly some anger, maybe some frustration, possibly some hurt? Who knows? Maybe not even the driver.
I reflected for a moment on the safety of his passengers, as evidently his mind was not fully on the busy London traffic.
There is a drought of compassion in our world, and a deluge of blame.
I wished for my bus driver to be able to step outside his emotion and notice what was happening for him.
His emotions and doubtless those of his fellow combatant, the taxi driver, trapped them in their blaming world.
Stepping into what he was feeling, and why, might allow him space to contemplate what the taxi driver might also be feeling; from that awareness comes the capacity for compassion, for self and for others.
Sometimes we are merely toys, played with by our own humanity.