On the move

Yesterday I was going to the institute by bus and while I was traveling I had a lot of thoughts that came to my mind. There were a lot of people and I said to myself how interested it would be to know what they were thinking in that moment. I watched them, and in certain cases, I felt I knew what those people thought about because they seemed to be transparent. They seemed to be lost in their world of pains and sufferings and some others seemed to be happy. I could see it in their faces, in their expressions. Some of them were impatient, constantly looking at their watches and some seemed to be resigned about something, with their eyes full of melancholy lost in a place that they only know. From time to time I could notice people in love who are the easiest to identify; pinky cheeks and bright smile, laughing most of the time. It’s funny because you see that on their faces, their eyes are so bright that it’s easy to recognize them.
Many times I wonder if other people notice that, or they just don’t pay attention to that. The thing is that every time I get into the bus, I tend to perceive those attitudes.