STRANGERS or FRIENDS ???
I have a friend, ok ok “friend” may not be an accurate term, I mean wouldn’t invite him to my daughter’s wedding, and I certainly don’t think he would front up at my funeral. But for a brief minute or so every morning, he and I share a connection that no-one else is privy to.I’m not even sure how to describe this connection. There’s nothing “bromantic” about it, we hardly even engage, but every morning at exactly 6:08 am the world ceases to turn, and he and I are caught in a lapse of time where we stand united for a cause that momentarily holds the entire balance of the universe in its fickle hands.
Actually, the reality is we “run”. We run like crazed bulls. We run wildly, unsure of how long our opportunity will last, yet convinced that all is determinant on the legs that carry us.
It is a beautiful and sacred thing, an experience that both enriches and unites. Together, he and I move as one. Others watch bewildered and in awe. They stare at us, make way for us, and sometimes even cheer for us. But they are not a part of us, they are mere bystanders of our quest, unprivileged to the responsibility he and I carry.
The responsibility of which I speak is, of course, that of getting from the first train of the morning to another train on a different platform. The chances for success are slim, for even the slightest delay will see both of us miss our transfer and subsequently be late for work.
It is a challenge and a burden that only he and I share. While others casually stroll through the motions sipping their morning lattes, we fight for our very survival and strive to maintain our existence on this planet (you may think I speak in hyperbole for effect, but that’s because you are not us).
We are driven men. Men motivated not merely by a slightly inconvenienced boss, but by our deep-seated fear. YES, fear.
Although you know not our journey, the fear I present is all too familiar. It is the fear that all commuters dread, the fear of arriving on the platform only to see your chariot mockingly abandoning you to your own shadow.
But for my “friend” and I, we stare that fear squarely in the eye, and together we charge like “kings”. And like “kings” as we burst through the open doors of our awaiting destiny, we laugh and sigh, and smile and relax to the now soothing tones of the words, “doors closing, please stand clear”. It is a moment of precious joy that none can take from us. It is a celebration frozen in time.
Yes, my friend, again have stared down the gauntlet of despair and emerged victorious. We have thrown all to the wind and arisen as heroes, and in this moment we are more than just “friends”, we are brothers.
And then the train moves, Time starts up once again.
You turn to face the window and I move down the carriage and scuffle to find my phone. We are no longer comrades in arms. We have ceased to be brothers, for the moment has now past and gone, once more we return to the safe and familiar post of being strangers on a train, two unconnected individuals on the morning commute.
BUT,
Tomorrow we shall “dance” again.
Comments (35)
I see you have a whale of a time early mornings.
yes, it is the Adrenalin rush that keeps me going for the day.
Unfortunately, i do not get the chance to experince that either.
still one day maybe.
I find this friendship strangely compelling
well it is fuelled by the adrenilan flowing through our viens every morning.
lovely to see you around.
yes it is a story of many twists and turns.
i know what you mean.
it has been years since i have had to rely on public transport.
It does bring back memories.
yep, Sure is, i dont think it would be as successful if it were a different person every morning.
Great to see you well.
aww shucks maam,
i bet you say that to all the bloggers......
i do seriously thank you for your kind words.
And i do know that there are many talented writters here on the blogs.
Sometimes it is the true stories that can give you the most inspiration and allow for a little humour.
I say this in the nicest posible way, whatever you are taking, i want some......
Seriously, i do thank you for your very kind words, but alas, i am not sure this blog is inspiring, unless those that catch public transport to work fill inspired to make a dash for it.
Take care Calleis
Why is a train - and a ship for that matter - always being referred to in the feminine gender? At least in my country. I can see nothing feminine about a train.
Zman took the words right out of my mouth.
Zmountainman,
Another lovely lady that is making me blush...
Thank you for your kind words.
I am not sure that i agree 100% about being gifted, but i do enjoy giving a light-hearted angle on most stories.
Your kind words both honor and humble me.
thank you.
Glad you enjoy.
This story has so many twists and turns just like a train coming off it's rails "Sorry Zman, I had to throw that line in there"
Thank you for the collaborated information. Now I know too. Now why could I not see it before!
Heading now meeting friends, wishing you all a nice eve.
I hope it does not run off the rails.
wonderfully written blog !
How are you today ?
My "friend" and i again Danced to the beat of the train timetables being in disarreay.
But we danced our hearts out and all was and is well.
Only 1 morning left before a 2 day break.
Same time, same place tomorrow my hopefully the same result. "friend".
I am well thank you, I trust that you are the same.
Thank you for your kind words.
But as you know, I blog just for the fun of it and do not expect the plaudits that others may seek.
I will admit that i am slightly bewildered by the response of some to this blog,
It is just a re telling of what has happened to me every week day for the last 6 weeks.
I do appreciate all the kind words though.
Hows the family, hope they are all well.
Take care Irish, and we will chat again.
I hope yours is too ?
Hope your day goes well
i'll message you soon
In the meantime , take care -