A journey (6)

Some time behind, I read a book that compared the life with a train trip. An interesting one if interpreted well. The life is not more than what a convoy trip: full of loadings and unloadings, sprinkled for some unpleasant accidents, surprises in some stations and deep sadnesses in others. When we born, we go up for the convoy and meet with some people who we believe that they will be always with us in this trip: our parents. Unfortunatly the truth is another one. They will leave in some station leaving us orphans of their affection, friendship and of their unreplaceable company. Although this, nothing hinders that other people enter who will be very special for us. Our brothers, the friends and these wonderful loves arrive. Between the people who get this train, also there will be some who make it as a simple stroll. Others, will only find sadness in this journey… and others also, that circulating thru the convoy, will be always ready to help who needs. Many, when they get down of the convoy, leave a permanent homesickness… others pass so unobserved that nor we repaired that they had vacated the place. Some times, it is curious to evidence that some passengers, who are very dear to us, are install in other different covered carts of ours. Thus we have to make the trip separate of them. But, nothing stops us for, during the trip, let us cover our covered cart with some difficulty and let us go to them… but, unfortunatly, we can no longer seat at their side, because their will be another person to occupy the place. It does not matter, the trip becomes in this way: full of challenges, dreams, fancies, wait and farewells… but never of returns. Then, let us make this trip in the best possible way… we will deal with in them relating well with all the passengers, looking for in each one, optimum of them. Let us remember whenever in some point of the passage, they might hesitate and, probably, we will have to understand them… as also we hesitate many times, always will be some one that will understand us. In the end, the great mystery is that we never know where station is that we will have to leave, nor, much less, where we will leave our friends, not even those that are to our side. I wonder that, when I leave, will I feel nostalgia? … I believe so. To separate myself from some friends with whom I made the trip, will be painful. To leave that my children follow alone, will be very sad. But I grasp the hope that, at some moment, I will arrive at the master station and I will have the great emotion to see them arrive with a luggage that they did not have when they had embarked. What it will make me happy is to think that I collaborated so that their luggage grew and became valuable. Let us make our journey in this convoy as peaceful as possible. Lets try so that, when the moment to disembark arrives, our empty place leaves homesicknesses and beautiful memory for all the ones that continue the trip.


This is not a question, it's just a thought, although I would like to read some replys. But please honest ones.

Very intresting........Maybe you can tell us the title of the book and the aurthor.

What you wrote took my mind to another direction maybe nothing to do with life and were it takes us but to my feelings when i find myself at a bus station a airport but even better at the metro.

This month i have used the metro alot to go to cetre of athens and i dont;t know when i'm there i get this very strange feeling of saddness.
There so many people there from so many different walk of life .Everyone has a story everyone sits quitly unsmiling .Its like for our trip we all become blank and stare in to space.Yet i find myself trying to imagine people life by looking at there eyes at the way they dress trying to imagine their thoughts.MOstly i see deep saddness in most eyes and not only i see it i feel it.I try to imagine their past their future and their now.I try to imagine their joys their happiness their dreams........The only thing thou i can see is their saddness ..............When i go home after, i feel so drained ........truth is i hate train stations and the metro .Thank God i don't need to use it alot .sometimes i wish i could read minds and just be able to see .......

Life is a journey they say and each of us can choose the trip the train and the destination.I personally thing life is a journey that sometimes we know where we are going and sometimes we are taken there .Sometimes for a reason and sometimes for no reason at all.Some of us are lucky from birth and most of the trip is good or at least we have choices but some are thrown in the deep end from birth and the trip is made of rocks earthquackes and thorns without their choice to get off train and take another one.I believe most of our lives are written from the beginning.........some have the power to change the bad thinks but some do not.....no matter what one thing is for sure ....we are here and we must live the best we are able to until our train comes to end and then we reach home or maybe our end or better our final destination whatever that is.

Ijust posted a reply in songLyrics a post done by Sillver. What you said is in my mind brought into image with the song and video i posted.
(well the video you'll have to look up yourself) (you can find it under Human Touch Bruce Springsteen video)
Very good topic seven 404