08/02/2026
Life is much like a train journey. The stations we pass are more than just landmarks; they represent the milestones we hit and, more importantly, the people we encounter.
βSome people we meet only briefly the doors open for a mere few seconds, a face becomes a memory, and the train moves on. There are times when the journey feels long and stagnant, where the train must stop to repair itself. Iβve come to learn that these pauses aren't delays; they are the moments of growth and self-improvement we need to sustain the rest of the trip.
βBut then there are those stations we pass by where all we can do is observe. We look out the glass at a place we desperately want to be, but the timing isn't right the train isn't scheduled to stop yet.
βThat is where I am now. I am looking out at your station from the window as I pass. I can see the life there, the beauty of it, and I am learning the landscape of you from a distance while the train continues its course. Iβm still moving, still growing, and still waiting for the tracks to finally loop back and slow down. Because we all wish to eventually get off at the station where we truly belong to finally alight once the momentum stops. I am just holding onto the hope that, when my train finally reaches its destination, your platform is where the doors finally open, and Iβm finally home.
-eldritch