Each
of us carries invisible luggage - some filled with joy, others with heartbreak,
anger, or fear. On the surface, we walk by one another in train stations,
barely noticing. Yet behind every face lies a story of survival, of endurance,
of simply trying to function in the chaos of life.
Train
stations are extraordinary places. They are crossroads where countless journeys
overlap - strangers from every walk of life brushing shoulders for a fleeting
second. You feel the weight of energies colliding: hope, fatigue, excitement,
despair. And yet, we rarely pause. We see the same faces every day, arriving
and departing, and never know their names, their destinations, or the stories
that shaped them. If we could read their minds, the noise would be deafening.
Most of the time, stations feel rushed. People are not really there - they are already chasing their
destination. Smiles are rare. Everyone is in a hurry to move on, to escape. And
in today’s world, that distance feels even sharper: commuters glued to their
phones, scrolling through digital lives while ignoring the very real souls
sitting right beside them.
Despite the thousands moving together, people remain trapped in their
own thoughts - avoiding eye contact, dodging connection. Some bury themselves
in newspapers or books, others cradle a coffee on the go, while many retreat
into the comfort of headphones, staring blankly through train windows. All of
them sharing a space, but not truly sharing a moment.
And yet, isn’t that the metaphor of life itself?
Parallel tracks. So close, yet never touching.
Journeys that cross, only to separate again.
Different rails, different destinations - all bound by the same railway of
life.
This is the heartbeat of my upcoming single, Train Track.
And now, I want to hear your stories.
Soon I will be announcing a Writing
Contest inspired by Train Track.
You’ll have the chance to share your own reflections - your personal train
track story - for a chance to win and be featured.
Every track has a story. What’s yours?
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