[First written sometime in late 2011, put in Drafts, and forgotten.]

It’s funny how something so old, with so many memories attached, can come flooding back with new meaning: the process of application, of making some sort of connection with the grander web of humanity.  And it’s especially when one imagines how normal, or better yet non-applicable, something is that especially makes it that much more significant.

Traveling by train will always be my favorite.  The romanticism attached of intimacy within towns, villages, and cities, viewing a part of something that would otherwise be non-existent in the memory.  It may not be the fastest or most direct route from one place to the next, it seems to somehow manage to always give the greatest scenic route.

I feel like I’m right there, right now, unable to look at the end of the line but knowing that it’s there.  It’s unimportant the seat or the car occupied as the view will remain beautiful and the destination inevitable though looking at the train is impossible for those on it.  It’s the absolute perfect analogy.  It’s the world’s greatest metaphor.

The traveling may be long and strenuous, difficult and challenging, but it’s the ticket, that single decision to get on that becomes the hardest.  For it’s with the wonderful promise for the polished and new, the familiar must be left behind.  Change must resonate fully.  And there isn’t any turning back from the decision; it’s a vow kept until the end no matter how long the tracks run.

Every journey is unique and beautiful.

As for me, I managed to subconsciously take that risk, fight that battle, and jump at the last possible moment.  When they realize, I’ll have already disappeared.