Thoughts On A Train...

As I sit on this 3 express on its 149th journey, I listen to journey. Midnight train coincidentally, and as my thoughts swirl ,my psyche excites me and I begin to write. No forethought or clear thought for that matter. But headlong is how I tend to flow, riding the wave until it has passed, drifted without me.

To chronicle my gains, I'd have to catalog my losses. For me to determine my future, I'd have to analyze my present, and re-evaluate my past. In order to do better, I have to realize the worst. And in order to be a man, ill have to first be a boy.

Growth is not only perceptual, but conceptual. Comprising not only what we see and do, but what we understand and reflect. Change is dependent, transformation is eminent. Dependent upon our circumstance, yet eminent and forthcoming nonetheless. As such, our lives are in themselves an oxymoron'. Live to die, die to live. Succeeding righteously by failing profusely. Praising the ill gotten. Fighting a non violent war. Beautiful mutilation. We run from what we don't understand, yet we cannot understand what we run from.

We are in effect, the beginning to our own end. The Grim Reaper captivates our hidden selves. Beelzebub is within us. And the end is forever nigh.

Should it all end today, would you be content with the life lived. I say no, nyet, never. Complacency, even in the eye of death and weighed against mortality, is still complacency. I want to love, ad experience adventure the whole life through. To die as you live is a death befitting an angel, and shall always be remembered an awarded.

Things seem tough and times are hard. But hard builds character, tough bequeath' diligence. Success should not drive, but encourage you. Happiness, fortitude and conviction of character should be the passengers whom co-pilot your journey. To give up, allowing outside forces to dissuade you, forever being a deterrence, denotes lack of will and easy temptation. Ones goals should ride second to none. When life is the question, indifference is the answer.

I have successfully passed the time on my 'ride', and have reached my destination. I could continue this, but outside of this tunnel my thoughts will not be those induced in and of a train.

Till morrow, may your minds explore, your hearts reach out, and your bodies experience, that which enlightens exponentially.

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