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While on holiday, I had a chat with the tour bus driver. We were going to some place far and the driver had to take a break. As we were waiting for the passengers to get on the bus, we had a small chat. He is younger than me, single and had been a tour bus driver for nearly 3 years. Through the conversation, I can sense he has a lot of grievance. His struggle, frustrations and pain are real and I feel for him. As I get back to seat, I think about my own issues. Our struggles are different but similar as well. We want recognition, an easy life, a happy family, material goods, health and satisfaction. Even though I feel bad for his suffering, deep down I don't really care. As long as we are alive, we all suffer through some kind of dissatisfaction. The only way out is to make a difference in our life. Not all of us can be successful, but we can only keep trying. Do not tell me who you are, but show me who you are. I sincerely wish the driver happiness and success. But he has to make the…

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