It was not my own thought…it came to me while listening to the song from my far away youth…the song in Russian, so no good pasting the lyrics here. The thoughts in it however are rather deep…so I’m going to ponder on them a bit…
An allegory of Life – a Train. And two fellow travellers debate the meaning of it…the heated discussion is about if Life is a train, are we the train drivers or the passengers?
Suppose we are the drivers…does it means – we can take the train wherever we wish? Or does the train only go wherever there is a railway already in place? And if being a passenger means that we can choose how far we can travel, do we only get to the destination we can afford the ticket to? Can we step off the train at any station we’d fancy to stay a bit longer? Or do we have to complete the journey accordingly to the life’s timetable?
I’ve allowed myself to wander within the webs of all these questions and frankly, I am still not sure what statement sounds more adequate to me…it’s a bit like playing with the balls…juggling them in hesitation which one to catch in hands and which one to drop… I’ve been thinking about how from one hand we do get to choose where our next step will be. We do make decisions about our life’s turns…we choose where we’ll live, whom with, what we’ll do. And this, in turn, affects what we become in order to make this true…we change because of our own choices and from time to time we find ourselves sitting on another train, speeding away in the alternate direction, surrounded by different fellow travellers…
From the other hand there is that subtle feeling that destiny follows her own schedule bringing us to the places we need to be even if we’d rather not, even if we’d kick and scream or generally refuse to move…and sometimes we have to pay a dear fine for trying to get on the right train with the wrong ticket…
So…are we passengers on life’s train or road builders?
An allegory of Life – a Train. And two fellow travellers debate the meaning of it…the heated discussion is about if Life is a train, are we the train drivers or the passengers?
Suppose we are the drivers…does it means – we can take the train wherever we wish? Or does the train only go wherever there is a railway already in place? And if being a passenger means that we can choose how far we can travel, do we only get to the destination we can afford the ticket to? Can we step off the train at any station we’d fancy to stay a bit longer? Or do we have to complete the journey accordingly to the life’s timetable?
I’ve allowed myself to wander within the webs of all these questions and frankly, I am still not sure what statement sounds more adequate to me…it’s a bit like playing with the balls…juggling them in hesitation which one to catch in hands and which one to drop… I’ve been thinking about how from one hand we do get to choose where our next step will be. We do make decisions about our life’s turns…we choose where we’ll live, whom with, what we’ll do. And this, in turn, affects what we become in order to make this true…we change because of our own choices and from time to time we find ourselves sitting on another train, speeding away in the alternate direction, surrounded by different fellow travellers…
From the other hand there is that subtle feeling that destiny follows her own schedule bringing us to the places we need to be even if we’d rather not, even if we’d kick and scream or generally refuse to move…and sometimes we have to pay a dear fine for trying to get on the right train with the wrong ticket…
So…are we passengers on life’s train or road builders?