I’m standing on the train platform, waiting on my train.
Like so many others standing there with me, they are strangers going about their daily routines.
I hear that whistle blowing telling me my trip is about to begin.
Waiting for that iron horse to come around the bend, I see people getting ready, trying to jockey for a place.
I know why I am standing here; it’s time to take a trip, a breakaway from my daily grind, a shifting of my gears.
My world has become confusing and the pace has grown out of control.
It’s time to take a small step backwards, one that will help me recollect my thoughts.
Am I just the only one who finds his life spinning wild, or am I just the only one who tries to find a remedy to rediscover my control?
A trip is in order, upstate to the mountains this time, with tall sturdy oaks and birch trees galore. Where I will travel across rolling hills with Small Mountain tops while listening to the soft calming ripples of flowing rivers and streams.
A short visit to nature’s wonder, a breath of fresh air. So I may participate in panoramic scenery where eagles soar high up above.
Gentle breezes and swaying tree limbs are accompanied by the rhythmic sound of all those rustling leaves.
A day or two to clear my head reset my priorities so I may continue my journey.
Yes I think I see my train coming now, it’s just rounding the final bend, with its whistle blowing and smoke stack puffing great clouds of white.
I don’t know where these other people are going, but their faces are expressionless, so I assume they’re not having any fun.
No anticipation of joys and relief from the grind, I guess they have resigned themselves to a life of sad blues and drab solemn grays.
I remember those times…they were not so long ago.
I simply forgot that there are two sides too a coin.
The normal and mundane or the blues and the grays, must be balanced by excitement and colorful dares.
All palettes are incomplete with just blue, black, and grey. You must always remember to add the warmth of say magenta, or yellows, and what about all of those lovely greens.
Now you can paint your life more completely, with balance and dreams.
Remember that reality is only one side of the coin.
So, as my train pulls to a stop, the conductor calls”all aboard”, I’ve learned to buy a ticket and compliment my journey through life with short reliefs of my daily grind.
Remember the ticket window stays open for all that are inclined, it’s never too late to step up on the platform and hear that great screaming whistle blow.
There are great clouds of steam and billowing white smoke, clanks, and bangs of metallic wheels and gears too boot, then listen and listen well to the magic as the conductor screams a most welcoming and needed “all aboard”.