Life is a journey, not a destination. Just a series of trains to get you from your place of embarkation to the end of the line. As with every long trip, you may find yourself changing trains occasionally.
That’s where I find myself now, walking in a small town dept, looking for my next connection. Behind me, my last connection waits, ready to take me if I decide to go that way again. The train is made of steel bars and goes back to where I don’t want to go. Ooh, look! My baggage is being unloaded. Isn’t it funny how I always seem to have more baggage with every change I make? As I look around, I notice that the ride to work hasn’t arrived yet. There are other trains I could take. I could hop a train with the cute guy I met at this stop, and see how far I can take that one. There’s a train coming into the station. It’s full of party people, smoking, drinking and having a great time. It looks great in the short run, but I’ve a feeling that it’ll lead back to the train I first got off at.
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