Captain’s Log 5,170
The world waits for nobody. You either jump on the train or you face the possibility of never getting where you want to go.
The OH, WOE IS ME look that I see way too much these days
I am amazed when people have not carved out any destiny for themselves. They wait for either good luck or the generosity of other people to give their lives meaning and purpose.
I’ve got news for everyone reading here. We were all born with our own train to catch. Some of us were born with our own trains.
I built my own train years ago. I am not saying this to brag. I am saying this because it’s true. Over the years, I have carried many interesting loads of cargo. I have carried strange jobs, I have carried loneliness, I have carried disappointment and despair, and I have carried so many adventures I can no longer count them. But the truth of the matter is this. Every town my train rolls through has a coupling yard. I can add to my train or take cars off my train. It’s my choice. I don’t have to carry a cargo of sorrow forever. I can run with just the engine if I choose – carrying no load at all – free and swift and rolling down the track with my head out of the cab, swooshing through the breeze and taking it all in like a happy dog.
I must admit it gets tiring when people sidle up with their train car and want to hook it to mine. I am getting tired of carrying loads I don’t want or understand. I am running out of patience for such things. Maybe it’s age. Maybe it’s experience. Maybe it’s how much I love the idea of being free.