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Wednesday, June 10, 2015

Train Station

My life is like a train station. Trains come and leave all day long. Sometimes its quiet, very quiet. I like the quiet time when it is just me with myself. When I can be whatever I want or who I want. I just need imagination. And that imagination is coming from the nice trains I have seen during the day. They bring in positive thoughts so I can dream.  When the dark falls over my train station then it is the beautiful time. I am friend with all stars from the sky. I can jump from constellation to constellation and listed stories. Or I can sit on the bench under the pole light and listen the noise of night insects. Most of the time their stories are quiet, the same as my train station. We all are quiet. Just the trains are bringing noise with them. People are coming and leaving, they are loud and in a hurry, they to not notice the lonely bench next to the pole light. They do not hear the insects, they do not see the stars. They are running to catch another train and so its so amazing to see how most of the people do not care about surroundings, they do not care if there is a story or a song that can make them happy and take them out from the daily routine at least for a while. And how all these small happy times gives you more energy so you can move on. Do not run for big things to make you happy. They are so rare and just few in a life. The small happiness times are more often and the joy that they bring makes ourselves be part of each of our own train stations.

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