Monday, November 13, 2006

Journey on a train

I went to sunway today. Planned to iceskate but watched two movies instead. Wasted a lot of money today. Darn.

Took Putra home today. And i happened to stand at the very front part of the train where you can look outside and see everything below when the train moves. And the objects at your side moves back as the train goes on. That's how i feel, precisely. And well, my brain started to think a lot of things.

Life is like a train.

There were cars still zooming below, despite the wet tar road. It was raining. And the sky was dark. Gloomy, i'd say. Anyway, it was already 7 something. Some cars were slow. I couldn't figure out that there were cars on the road, if their headlights weren't on and there was no light source around. Like i said. Dark. So, you really couldn't blame me if you were there and i didn't see you and say hi.

If life were a train, then the objects i saw might be things that we see in life. There must be something or something's in life that you missed and you'd never know. They come, they go. And if you did not notice clearly, you just miss them like that.

Then the train comes to a halt. And some guy announced the station through the speakers. People go out. People come in. Nevertheless, there were less people on train now than before. The doors closed. And the train moved on.

If life really comes in a form of a train, then the passengers are like people who live in your life. They come, they go. Some were never noticed. But some mean a lot to you. And they have to leave halfway throughout the journey. And life's like that.

The announcer annouced the station which will be reaching soon. I looked out. The streetlamps below seemed a little dim. And it was eerie down there. The train was exceptionally quiet. Only the sound of the train moving on.

If life is a train journey, then have you ever noticed who were the people that were there for you throughout your whole life? Do you even know them? Do you talk to them? These were the people that accompanied you till the end, but how many words have you talked to him or her from the beggining? Did you even care?

The train came to a halt. The doors opened. And everyone got out. Me among them.

The life ends then.

1 comment:

  1. Anonymous4:15 AM

    a very neat piece indeed. You have grown to be very observant. Actually you are born to be observant. Do you still actually remember you like to look at how the rain pours outside from the door when you were still a toddler?

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