The Zen of Taking the Train

There is a certain beauty to taking the train. You see it waiting there in the distance, doors open. You run to it, but slow down to a trot right before you slip in and the doors close behind you.

You find a seat. The train is quiet. Unpopulated save for a few strangers minding their own business and paying not the least bit interest to you.

As the train rumbles on steadily to your destination 5 or 6 stops away, you start to drop off and feel your consciousness fade away. You know that when the stop arrives, you will have to get up and hurry to your next train. But for now, there is nothing to do. There is nothing that can be done.

And so you wait. And enjoy the Zen that comes with accepting your current fate.

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Also, I got off at the wrong stop. I got off at Masjid Jamek because I forgot my car was in Brickfields.