The pursuit of power

Inside me is a little man. A little man who drives this bus but does not know where it is going. He wants to the in charge. He wants to be a great bus driver. But he is not. He cannot be a great bus driver because he hasn’t the slightest clue where he is headed. Yes he can keep the bus on the road. He follows all the rules and he doesn’t crash into things – unless he wants to. Sometimes he wants to. He wants to because he wants people to notice what a great bus driver he is.

He has many habits that are upsetting. When he finds another bus driver on the road he tends to consider them inferior. Not because they are. But because he sees himself as inferior and needs someone to be below him. He can’t stand the thought that he’s the worst. Of course he doesn’t realize that there are no great or terrible bus drivers. They are all the same. They just drive the bus. They don’t get to decide where it is going. They don’t get to decide what is important. They just drive.

The bus driver wants to think that his bus is bigger and better than all the others. No, as you would expect, it is not. His bus is so similar to all the other buses that it is hard to tell one from another. Even if one has a bigger tank or another has more seats, they are all just buses. They are just Buses. That is good enough. But he doesn’t think so. And that is what pushes him to pretend.

The bus driver thinks that since they do all this driving that they should be able to decide the rules of the road and who should cover which routes. But he is just a bus driver like all the others who together cover all the routes necessary. Because he doesn’t see all the routes or all the other drivers he thinks that there are problems. He likes to criticize. He likes to find fault. But he doesn’t see the combination of the whole so he can’t see how he is wrong. The only real problem is that he doesn’t see the whole route map or all the other buses. If he did he would know there are no routes uncovered. And everyone has all they need. Yet he sits behind his wheel complaining and telling those on his bus how the bus system is inadequate.

Silly guy.

When he comes to a four way stop he always thinks he is the only one who knows what to do. The other drivers are treated like they are stupid. He makes the rules up and then thinks that they are the best. Then he uses his simple idea to judge the merits of the other bus drivers at the stop. He doesn’t realize that the stop is there for a reason. And that reason is accomplished by the fact that everyone stops. The important word here is not rules. It is stop. Too bad the bus driver doesn’t get it.

The roads are all connected. The routes all come together. The needs are all taken care of. There is lots of gas for everyone. There are enough routes that we can go anywhere.

I wish the bus driver would just drive the bus.




This is how I see people and their pursuit of power. I wish we would all just drive our bus.