The Train Of Life

I often associate the essence of life journeys to that of a moving train. A journey that always move forward, with few stops and bumps. People come and go, switch carriages, sit numb and quiet or cause a racquet.
They may stay for a season and soon, leave without a reason. Here you are, sitting at a window seat with enough elbow room, curious to seek something less transient.
Our pathways are often stagnated or rather disrupted by several setbacks. Heartbreak is a main one. It can be relationships, friendships or any type of loss. When someone dear to you hurl words like knives at you, it hurts. You have to let it go but you find yourself torn to pieces. You yearn to simply freeze the time just for a second. You want to stop your train for a moment to take a breather.
There were times when I compartmentalise the stirs of emotions with me, leaving them as coloured baggages in the carriages. I threw them aside, those bulky ones away into the corner, hoping it would not haunt me. Praying that I would get through the motions with my head feeling light like a feather.
Yet I quaked inwardly, as my mind swivelled its gears past the darkest nights. I was no stone, even when stoned.
I realised I could not chug along in apathy like a train.
I am human. And I was hurting.
I should deal with pain. I should swallow my pride. I should deal with my life of rubble, and I am prepared for this difficult ride.
With suffering, a new choice lies,
Whether to burn your wings or let it grow and fly
I will soar, laugh and smile, will breathe my life once more
I will go back to a time, before you come back knocking on my door.






