Most people that I talk to tend to complain when they discuss their commute. Whether it’s the morning traffic, the wait for the train, or the…

Most people that I talk to tend to complain when they discuss their commute. Whether it’s the morning traffic, the wait for the train, or the still-half-asleep trudge along a damp sidewalk, the act of transporting oneself is generally reviled. I’ve heard about pigeons on the red line, food detritus on the blue line, and rude voyagers pretty much everywhere, not to mention the boredom. I see it differently, though. For me, commuting is the time where I’m least distracted, strange as that may seem. As long as I can tune out and read, I don’t have to worry about my attention being sapped by the dog, the television, or the internet. I’ve found that the two hours I spend traveling daily end up being some of the more useful ones in my day. Granted, the subway seat isn’t the most comfortable. And yeah, I’d rather not smell whatever it is that makes the train reek. I’m sure that it would be nicer not to have to get shoved into the corner of my seat by the extraordinarily large man next to me. However, I think that making the most out of the day is something all of us should do. – Will

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