I Am Working On Becoming a Better Me

I was coming home from university. I live in a country where the public transport is very deteriorated. I had to travel in wagon and then in pick up truck. Yes a pick up truck. The sun was setting and I was getting late. I could see the sun becoming more and more yellow as it set. The pick up truck was very old and the road was very bumpy too. There was a boy sitting in front of me just beside his mother. He was struggling to keep his balance. He was holding the iron rods supporting the truck's body. It was a very struggling sitiuation. I was amused by that boy. He gave me a lesson by holding that iron rods very tight. I thought life is like this pickup truck and that bumpy road and I am that boy. No matter how bumpy the road is I have to keep struggling. I thought to never give up.