Resonant Constellation

I ride the bus often-especially during the hot Tucson summer. This means that I am eminently familiar with the ability of public transportation to completely not work. This is especially frustrating when I’ve gotten up early in the morning to get to work and discover that the bus driver has decided that even though he is already seven minutes early, he will just blow right by my stop. This usually leaves me waiting at the stop, not knowing if I actually missed the bus, or if it is incredibly late (I have known busses to be as late as 17 minutes before). Usually, it is the former. This gives me a lot of time to become familiar with my surroundings, and it was thus that one day last year I noticed a few words stenciled into the concrete on the sidewalk in front of my usual stop:

Life
Could
Be
Worse

I have found this sage advice oddly comforting at times when I am unbelievably pissed off at Tucson public transportation. If only somebody had thought to write that on the chalkboards in the physics classrooms, maybe life wouldn’t seem so bad.

Well, it could be worse.