Here goes another (hopefully) regular blog feature that I always wanted to get to: “My Life In Story”
The idea essentially goes as myself narrating my own life as if it was a written story. MLIS will cover all across my life, but I think a majority of them will be in the present. In this case, this is an excerpt from today, and in fact, several minutes ago…

Chapter 2010.10.05

Lunch break. A time to wander off and collect yourself. A time to do all that you want within a small time slot. I decided to walk.

Right across from the building are some train tracks. They just lay there, having served thousands of trains before, and still do with several hundreds of cars each day. It does get annoying to hear them every so often, but you get used to it.

You know what they say about the other side of the train tracks, and it’s true here. While there’s some nice apartments on the other side, further down the street it gets a little worse. It goes into the other town, a town with a bad reputation. I decided to eat there for lunch.

It didn’t last long. The people were different and I felt out of placed. I packed my leftovers and went back. Back across the train tracks.

This time, I took my time across the tracks; Noticing how old they are, how gritty they are, how far along the land they stretched. Noticing how there was a tiny dot of light at the far end. I kept a blank stare at it. I looked at the streets: The little bars to keep cars from crossing weren’t down. I looked back at the minuscule dot of light again: It was very far. Far away, yet so bright.

I finally crossed the tracks back on my way to where I needed to be. Step by step I go, but yet literally a few feet away from the tracks: The bells rang. The lights flashed and the bars went down. Step, step, step away again, and the train finally roared by. The same train, the same light, the same dot I saw, had come across.

Had I stayed: I’d be a goner. Nothing. Zilch. I wouldn’t be here. It’s amazing and frightening to think how fast things can happen, and for some, maybe too fast. There’s always stories of people underestimating how far or fast a train is, and when it’s finally put into perspective, your own, your own life, it’s shocking…

But I can’t think about that now: I have to get back through the doors before I’m late…

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