The train is crowded
today and we were lucky to get seats. It is a long journey. Some of us sit and
some of us stand and we all share the view but look at different things. Even
though we share so much, we all live in very different worlds. We can’t even
comprehend other people’s lives, or sometimes even our own. We come into this
world kicking and screaming. Often times we go out not with a whimper, but if
we are lucky, perhaps with a quiet dignity. We go through life, each of us
getting off at different stops for different reasons. We get off but the train
keeps going leaving us behind. Soon, we cannot see the train anymore. It
becomes only a memory. It doesn’t matter to the train if we got off or not. The
train, like the Dao, has no sentimentality. We can ride in it, or we can fall
under it and be crushed. The train doesn’t care.
