ms_magdalena

I have the tendency to be passionate without bias, preconception, fear, or concern. Perhaps this is some unconscious attempt at saving the craft, as I fear that passion is becoming an irrelevent thing to so many people. It is falling by the way of conversational Latin, ink-making, sword-smithing and needlepoint. To live a life without that feeling of excitement, of utmost energy and an unlimited thirst for more is, in my opinion, not worth living at all. What's the point? What could possibly come from a life of apathy and indifference?

You stand at the station, because that's what you've been paid to do. You stand with so many others, watching the trains roll in and roll out. Roll in, roll out. Day after day, roll in, roll out. You see the street performers, the backpackers, the poets and the musicians, contemplating which train to take. You don't know where the trains go, that's not your job. You haven't been brought up to wonder, and you haven't been paid to care. They once had the same job as you. Roll in, roll out, never leaving the platform. Sometimes, all you need to do is quit. Walk out. Step across the gap, and into an unknown car. Travel the route, and be changed forever. Now you are responsible for your destiny, free of the ignorance that came pre-packaged with that steady job, with that half-hearted attempt at a life. Now you know the trains' destinations, now you can finally live.