Today I went to JB via railway, the first time I have ever done so. And I must say the journey was, an interesting experience. There’s just something nostalgic and special about seeing a train station, getting into the train, looking outside the windows and seeing train tracks and the scenery. I mean, MRT also can lah, but its just different.
I watched a video on the train to pass time, and it was about how ‘life only has one beginning and one end, and the rest are just a whole lot of middle’ (no prizes for guessing where that quote came from *cough* Glee *cough*).
A journey. From the start till the end, we are on the same train known as life. People come, people go, circumstances change, sometimes the paths are straight, other times they wind left and right, sometimes the destination seems nowhere in sight, sometimes you learn to look from different perspectives, sometimes you feel too rooted and refuse to get out of your comfort zone, sometimes there are sudden jerks which wake us up from certain delusions we might already have.. and the list goes on and on, its never ending.
But does any of it matter? If I were on a real train as of now, I would describe the process being a major roller-coaster ride all this while. It’s gone up, gone down, twisted and turned so many ways I can’t even remember where I actually got on. The end seems far as well, I don't know when this will end, but I know I’m safe. That I wont fall off and die because God has a plan. And it’s definitely not the end even things have been feeling so crappy nowadays. I’m curious to know whats gonna hit next, but I’m apprehensive at the same time. Let’s just say, I’m extra afraid of disappointments and getting hurt, yet I want to know what's in store for me all the same.
Ironic, I say.
