The person seated accross.....

Ive always planned to write about the person seated across my seat in the LRT. I just couldn't find the time to do it. And in the two years that I have been taking the train, I have encountered hundreds of people from different walks of life. I find myself thinking whats on their mind. My mind is full of silly things. At times I get serious... I actually asked God what was he thinking when he gave me four boys. Well that was when I was really stressed over my finances and my personal life. I promised myself never to ask Him that again.. Im afraid to know the answer. I might not like it.
Yesterday, there were two ladies sitting across my seat. I assumed that they were sisters. They shared the same style. Both were wearing black shirts (did somebody die?) and jeans. The shoes the other was wearing was more presentable than the other. They were both carrying big bags.. the other one (with presentable shoes) was carrying a lavender bag, quite stylish if you ask me. The other was carrying a black bag that was,hmmm.... well, not as fabulous as the other. Their features were similar, only the other one, possibly the younger who has better taste, is the prettier...but they have the same nose, the same chin and mouth. Its so hard to explain, the other one, the older one is the ugly version of the young one. This is so frustrating! The were wearing exact headbands.
I wondered what they were thinking...the younger girl was busy "memorizing" something that was on paper. I can see it from where I was sitting. It was an illustration of a hand and the veins were showing. I guess she was memorizing the names of the veins. How odd. Maybe she's a nursing student. But I never really believed in "memorizing". I think only 3rd graders should memorize, not college students! The "sister" was busy with her cel phone. I wonder. Are they happy? or are they frustrated just like me. Or are they looking for happiness? Sometimes, I ask myself, was I ever really happy? or does it have anything to do with contentment? What makes us happy? Really?