Growing old is a bit like getting in an overnight train ride. Think about it. You fall asleep as the train departs from the platform, and you awaken the next morning when enough distance and time have elapsed.

Fast-forward a couple of hours, and now you’re sitting there scratching your belly, attempting to make sense of the entire thing, feeling as if everything was either a dream or a nightmare; wondering where you are as you peer out the window, when is it that you’ll get to your destination, and whether this train will indeed take you there?

As you rouse, you become aware of your terrible breath, which can easily disperse an army or stun a grizzly bear. Try as you might, you can’t shake off your mind the nagging question: what transpired while you were slumbering? Although, perhaps you don’t give a rat’s derrière about what unfolded during your sleep… you get the idea. The only concrete realization at this juncture is that time has vanished.

We’ll all disembark from the train sooner rather than later. So, relax and savour the unfolding scenery outside your window. Try to enjoy the feast in the dining car, and for fun sake, may as well sneak out with the bottle of hot sauce in your pocket, so that later you can chew life’s tougher, more flavourless moments with a touch more enthusiasm, honesty, and zest.

Tell me, what’s the longest plane, bus or train ride you’ve taken, and what did you do to make it less tedious?

See you in the next post!

Chalo