A night train through hills and valleys

Days are getting dark outside my window. It's going to rain soon. After the rain, it's going to be dark as night would have fallen.

Life is a journey not a destination. All of us would probably heard of that.

As we grow older, we plan for our future. We want material comforts. A roof or two to cover our heads in case it rains. Machineries to transport us to places without relying on public transport. Financial means to get all those mentioned things. Some would want children. To make them happy. To make them complete. To carry the family's name. As an extension of themselves.

We fake a smile to our neighbour next door. Exchange small pleasantries of "how are you doing lately?" or "have you eaten?" and then retreat to our own self. So full of self-importance. Other people's business doesn't concern me at all. Why should i care.

It used to be everyday life is an experience. Watching the small stream with that big shiny reflection of the sun on its surface. Taking in the rusty smell of rotting trees and overgrown grass. Listening to the silence of the woods with the occasional chirp of birds calling out to its kind. Thinking how good it would be if we follow this line.

Somewhere along the line, things change. Life teaches us to make plans. To think of our future. To use whatever means to achieve our objectives. Hurt some people along the way? Well, that's life. This is the life we lived in. This is the modern life we know.

When we were young, having a destination was important. Favourite school essay topic was "what i want to be when i grow up". We lived life in a journey of wonderment; travelling in a night train through hills and forest with distant lights from houses. But we longed for a station to stop.

Now that we're older, we reminisce about the past and listened to old music we grew up with. Likes to tell the younger generation of our life experiences with a nostalgic air. We have reached a station but there are many more stations still, and we would like to continue our journey for as long.

Tomorrow the sun rises again and rays of light would pass through my window. The world does not stop for anyone. Life goes on as usual.