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He Ran Yet Missed The Train…

An experience that taught me something profound.

Maaz Ahmad
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Photo by KC Shum on Unsplash

Yesterday, as I boarded the train heading towards the previously planned meet-up with my university friends, I settled in, looking for a support or handgrip to hold onto as the train accelerated. I saw an old man along with his grandchild, their hands clenched like chains, running towards the train. As he inched closer to board, there was a certain accomplishment on his face, with the hope of catching the train in time. However, the train doors rushed towards each other, changing that face from hope to utter disappointment.

To a person lost in the trivialities of routine, this experience might seem insignificant or, at best, nothing more than an instant where you feel sympathetic towards the one to whom it happened and then move along with your day.

No doubt, at first, it appeared the same to me as well. But throughout the journey, I reflected on that momentary experience of mine and came to an important realization.

A lot of the time in our lives, we miss our trains despite all our hard work, which gets us to the platform, but still, we miss the train by a few inches.

At that moment, we are left with a simple choice: either leave the platform and sink into hopelessness, never expecting another train to lead us to…

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