Hello dear reader…
How are you?
I hope you are well…
I have something to share with you today…
I wanted my words that I cannot keep inside
To reach you as well.
I wanted my story, which I do not know when it will end,
To touch you as well…
I realized some truths on a train journey…
You know how a new window opens in a person’s mind,
Ah, that’s exactly what happened.
On one of my intercity journeys,
In the connections between events, going back and forth,
Whatever came to my mind…
I was leaning my head against the window,
Watching the trees, animals, people passing by me…
And the sunset on the horizon I had not yet reached…
They were all falling behind one by one.
What lay in front of me was the harbinger of the unknown…
Then I opened the window and leaned out a little.
The front carriages of the train were winding along.
The smoke was rising like a choo choo,
Along with the sweet breeze of the wind hitting my face...
I couldn't help but smile.
I saw that some roads were straight,
The front was invisible.
Because the train was moving steadily.
I could stand straight.
Some roads were winding,
The train was throwing me from here to there as it turned.
I couldn't stay steady in winding places.
My balance would be lost, I would slide from side to side.
I saw that some roads had trains moving side by side...
Sometimes simultaneously,
Sometimes one ahead, one behind.
Why did it matter?
After all, they all had different stations.
As time went by, I saw intersecting rails...
They were passing through each other gently,
I thought, how come they didn't collide?
So each one was waiting its turn.
And they were aware of each other…
I started to analyze,
My story was like this train…
Sometimes plain,
Sometimes lively…
Sometimes oppressive, sometimes anxious…
Sometimes joyful, sometimes reactive…
I understood that,
I reacted to every event,
If I reacted correctly, I could also arrange my next rail correctly.
In other words, I could foresee the route,
Because I could read the signs.
I had foresight…
However, if I reacted wrong,
The next events, the people started to bother me even more.
I could not arrange my path clearly.
And when I went on the wrong path,
I did not have enough fuel, I was unhappy.
Of course!
The rails determined the route of the train.
My reactions determined the course of my story.
The trains passing by me, the stops, the passengers…
They were all extras.
I am not telling you in detail what happened to me.
If you notice, I am not saying this happened, that happened.
There is, you relate your own story.
Think of the roads you have passed through, the rails you have laid.
Give consciousness to each one…
Because your reactions are unique to you…
Ah dear reader…
Have you ever read your own life?
Have you looked at the curves of your rails…
Where you stood upright,
Where you were thrown…
Which roads you passed through…
How you reacted to pressure as you passed…
What you lost, what you grew…
Which stations you left behind,
Which ones you have not met yet…
Where did you get angry, where did you stay calm during communicating?
In which relationship are you the autority, in which one are you following the authority?
In which steps of your trade are you?
Are you conscious of benefit and aesthetics?
Yes, this is a one-time journey.
A life with a one-way ticket...
One thinks it will never end, but,
This road has an end...
And these lines...
And time...
And life...
What I mean is, dear reader,
A person designs his own life with the reactions he gives.
Thank you for taking the time...
Maybe one day I will read your story...
Who knows...
I don't know when, but,
We will meet anyway.
Sooner or later...
At that last station...
Goodbye for now...
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