Where does one end and the other begin.
Life, i mean. Isnt everyone allowed a second life? If not, they should be. Atleast, i should.
So does one wait for that life to start, for the seminal moment to happen, ala Gandhi's train journey? Or does one buckle down and say, ok enough is enough, i got to do something about this meandering life and give it a destination. atleast a path.
I cant afford to wait anymore, life's passing me by. Like the passenger on the platform where no train stops. He sees a train oncoming, picks up his bags, waits for the train to stop with anticipation but the train whizzes by. Without as much as a sideways glance the train has passed him by, and he still waits.
But i am tired of waiting, of the driver ignoring me, the train not having room for me. I have all the right ingredients, well the right ticket so to speak and i have to make the train stop. I know that, i now know. I cant let the train pass by again, and no i aint going to jump in front of the train to try to stop it too.
This blog is that story. The story of the train journey which i shall start now. And i declare, i promise to myself, that not only shall the train stop this time, it shall let me in the first class lounge.
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