Monday Train Journal #8 – a thing called death

Death, I think it enters our minds more than we like to admit. We are experiencing, living and out-living people we love everyday.

It’s not a matter of if, it’s when.

Today while I was on the train in a perfectly tranquil dream, I woke to screeching, braking and a blaring train horn.

I looked around and on the faces of everyone on the train I saw the same question:

is this it?

Will my life end on the MTA rushing, well not really rushing. But moving toward a 7.5 hour day that I dread the other 16.5 hours of my day. I’m on this braking, screeching, loud train potentially crashing to my end?

For what?

Why am I doing this? The very simple answer is money = rent, overpriced coffee,an occasional pint, a vacation with the girlfriend, spending time with friends, buying your mom a birthday gift.

You get my point!

There are a laundry lists of reasons why we continue to put one foot in front of the other and voluntarily subject ourselves to WORK.

That’s what I do, I  WORK. 

Some of you are blessed enough to fill yours days pursuing your         God-given Genius i.e., the passion, that thing you must do.

It fills your heart like gasoline  for your life tank and causes you to move everyday.

Me: I WORK.

I risk my life everyday stepping out the door to make some other person’s dreams come true: That is the definition of a job.

But I also do this blog, work with kids, produce stuff  (put things together).

Sometimes people like what I do, sometimes not.

The point, I haven’t completely wasted the other 16.5 hours left in my day to WORK.

Well your reading this blog, so thankfully, I didn’t come to an end cease to be this morning.

But my time is coming, all our time clocks are running down. The only message to TRAIN JOURNAL #8 is obvious:

Don’t waste your life WORKING

Note: Train journals is literally that, my morning thoughts before I start my day. The post maybe grammatically incorrect, and literally not make any sense but it’s a free-writing zone and the only time I don’t edit myself on this blog. The posts are to be taken… however it feels for you.  If you happen to derive some useful information, rock on!

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