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Train Tracks – off or on!

Sitting there at the railroad crossing watching the very slow train go by pondering on whether I should turn off my car or keep it on and wait for this little obstacle to pass by. I decide to turn off my car and as soon as I do I see the last boogie slowly pass by. This experience made me ruminate on a concept of continuing to try at anything but then giving up at the last minute right when you’re about to reach your goal. Yes, this was just a train but what if this was “the” train of my life that was going to take me on a ride that may fulfill my wildest dreams.
I suppose I would never know unless I kept trying until the end. I saw the red railway poles moving in an upward direction as soon as I shut my car off, indicating that each train or path can turn into a new beginning, a new ride, a new journey only if you don’t give up at the last minute. I don’t want that guilt of not following through in life or giving my goals the best shot. So next time I’m not only going to have patience at the cross roads but will catch that train and see where it takes me.

Smiles,
Sameyh

Don’t make’em wait just communicate

I’m standing there on my phone typing away an extensive rather important email to my sister. My family is sitting there at the dinner table saying, “hurry up your food will get cold”. After the third request I’m frustrated, still lost in my own digital world not realizing they were waiting and that dinner was getting cold. I say, “I don’t need to eat Dad..this is much more important.” I finally finished the email and came to the table. My Dad was a bit irked but didn’t say anything, it was just another night at the dinner table. My family was so patient, understanding and considerate but I on the other hand didn’t even think to say, “I’m sorry, I was writing an important mail to Didi (my sister).” It’s so ironic how easy it is to become absent minded and unintentionally inconsiderate when your preoccupied.

The next morning my Dad says, “Your sister told me about the nice email you sent her, why didn’t you communicate that to me at the dinner table?” I had no valid answer other than the realization that I’m posting in this very blog. Maybe writing this out will make me remember next time, just like I used to write out sentences on the black board at lunch time when I was in school. The only difference is this time no ones making me do it!