Those who wait on the train
...and those who don't.
When the train reaches its final stop, people are flooding towards the doors. Rushing to be the first one out. Almost as if they have been trapped in against their own will. I'm usually one of those people. This time I waited. Observing others and myself. I'm not in a rush. I can slow things down. I'm privileged to have the time to wait.
Maybe some people are late. They have somewhere they need to be, and they need to get there as soon as possible. I wonder how many of those people that flooded towards the door actually don't have anywhere to be with urgency. I wonder if it became a habit to move quickly, speed through life. Possibly conditioned to live the fast life.
Others waited in their seats until the pathway was cleared. Making their way out with leisure. Maybe they can afford the time.
I'm imagining two people taking the same route to get to the same appointment. One that seems to be rushing, Person A. The other taking their time, Person B. Person A might arrive earlier than B, making it before the scheduled time. Person B makes it on time. What did Person A sacrifice, and what about Person B? Maybe neither sacrificed anything at all.
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