So you cross into a street with a throng of people everyday, with hurried strides, your breath almost in staccato as you try to beat the red light. You push through the crowd before the train closes at your face as you find a vacant spot, sipping what is left of your now spilled coffee. You try to live like this everyday- youâve been in this same routine everyday, and youâre asking yourself, why are you still unhappy. The train is picking up speed now, up to the next station, as lives, powerlines, buildings, swiftly pass you by. You laugh at this sudden realization, because this is your life, this is what people, what the world- expects to be your life. But will you ever know that your time here is done before you even know it? Did you ever have that courage to start that book that you said you will write, that blank canvass hanging on the wall of your apartment? How about all the dreams that you fantasized about when you were a kid- before the world told you it was never going to go anywhere, it was never practical? We are the time keepers of our own time, the trappers of our own experiences. You could be crazy enough to climb a mountain and chase off the sunset. You can jump off that cliff if you want to, live in a city where no one knows your name and never come back. But whatâs holding you back? People? Yourself? Youâre back now to the real world as the doors have opened, as you push through a throng of people right before the train door slams in front of your face. As you walk, you stop midtrack, because for a moment, for fleeting moment, everything felt possible. When will you really live, and not just exist?
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