One of my favourite ego trip is when I am waiting for the train on an imaginary train station. The coming train is the promise of the next bog encounter with the next happy moment, experience, feeling.
The platform of life is the storehouse of the missed possibilities. If I could remember crystal clearly all the moments of my life, and I would hang these moments on the wall of an enormously big hall with these missed trains.
Somehow a feeling to miss a train is equal in me to miss a precious opporturnity. It is no matter if the next train comes, the excitement, the adventure, the joy of 'travel' is always lost, and my imagination fills the leaving train with life and stories.
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