Some trains go a long, long way. Continuous from south to north Germany, from Brussels to Moscow, from Paris to Vienna. They begin their route at a particular time and at a certain place. Some trains go by, one day you do not even need. But of course that is not always so. Often times you have to overcome in certain places a detention time. You have to change - if you want to achieve a goal. But there are also trains, the long, long distances get it over with, and where they can remain seated.
The picture of the long train ride is a metaphor for life. We know when and where we entered - in this life. In any event, we were told that. And we have a piece of paper on which it is stated. But we get to know neither where we - I mean, get off final - yet where we are. I mean, how much of our lives the way we have been left behind, and how much still lies ahead. Not to mention the final destination station. We are on the long journey through our lives - and yet know not know when and where and how it ends. Maybe we'll get past the unknown land of which we suspect yet.
On some sections of the journey we are sitting alone in the compartment. We sleep doze or dream in front of us. Every now and then runs a passenger past us, sometimes in one direction, sometimes in the other. Sometimes we know each other will only see the. Then comes the conductor. If he is attentive, he does not insist on seeing our ticket to do more often. Occasionally, however, a change of personnel carried out, then we must show us again and again and prove that we can really ride on this route.
Sometimes the Train fully. A noisy bowling club travels. Or a school class. Or, or, or. But we would not always alone. Sometimes we meet someone we know and stay a piece together. Or we meet someone. Or watching someone. Or find that someone has apparently the same goal. Sometimes the train is full of crack - occupied every seat and the luggage is stacked also in progress. Here and there even have to be traveling - no matter at what speed. We often know of them do not know where they are joined - and where they want.
Sometimes the train but only moderately busy. We look around and see the people who are traveling. See someone there, reading in a book there someone who has to look out the window, sleeping, or is also looking around. Travelled to have any age, even very small infants to travel by train - and even old people, equipped with a walking stick, or a helper on the side. Young, old, men, women, children. Any nationality can be represented - and so also the conductor endeavor even in English the next target pass by, so we all understand ...
trains run every day - as we live each day. And they go at all hours - even at night. But of course, in every season. There are short and long trains, fast and slow. Sometimes they even go on the road direction. You can cross national borders, bridges and go through tunnels. Germany is a powerful network of routes through it, which brings us to any place we want. Paths are many.
The drivers we have to do nothing as fellow passengers. From him we let go. To him we trust. We need well. Even if he sometimes stops in the open field. If he moves slowly, or hurtling through the countryside. Sometimes we hear the train manager to say something, by the loudspeaker announcement. He then gives a little known regarding the trip. We as travelers him but listen. In direct contact are not we.
On my train there is now a little gray and wet. It is good that is being heated, and that the board bistro is filled with all sorts of goodies. A little music would do well, however - it's pretty quiet here. Or a stimulating conversation with a fellow traveler - to get other perspectives. How about with you in your cabin, you will travel alone or with others? What you see when you look out euerm train window?
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