Being back at Uni for the last 2 weeks has finally made me realise the definition of routine again and is slowing becoming easier to adjust to…
Surprisingly there wasn't much entertainment today on my train trip… Although there was this one guy who decided to give some lady his number when the doors were closing and with no consideration for others decided to force the doors open 6 times.. yes people 6 times.. and boy did he get some faces!
What I have come to realise is the train is just a container full of even more containers – containers in which we box ourselves into our own realities, into our own worlds, looking and observing the ones around us without simply saying a word or making contact. Its rather ironic if you think about it – I mean a train full of people no one talks to others unless they need to. We live in a sophisticated world yet we cant figure out how to communicate to someone else on the train..
Some don't want to, some like to have some time to themselves but seriously we are all thinking it, why doesn't some one just do it? I probably wont but that's not my point.
Its amazing how amongst the thickness of thorns and bushes the Rose always stands out – but what one defines a Rose is another question…
So many decisions in life, so many choices, so many opportunities, so many what could have been’s, so many chances, yet so many of these are missed.
“Time lost can never be recovered but time given can be controlled.” – Chris Furlong
Don't ask me what all this was about, because I simply wouldn't be able to tell you – maybe you should take an adventure on the train and see the many environments, contexts and analogies you can find.
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