Trains are all the ways you miss each other-wrong train, wrong tracks, wrong time.

Sometimes, when we are sad, we have to do the opposite of sad. Sometimes we have to sing.

Sometimes instinct can be wrong. But sometimes it can be right too. And sometimes you just have to take it on faith.

I am no longer the left behind. I am the living. And I want everything this life has to offer. I stop for a second and look around at all the shops and stores and stalls. At all the people, going about their days, at all the moments they're living. This is what I want. I want to live every moment. I want to feel everything.

As you see, context is everything and nothing at the same time. Words stand alone and with each other.

Some decisions are hard, some are easy, but either way it's our choices that matter. Who we chose to align with. What we choose to give in to. What we choose to resist. And most of all, who we choose to be. Because it is always our choice.

Trains are all the ways you miss each other-wrong train, wrong tracks, wrong time.