Rush

From door to door I go, the morning commuter rush, it's all you need for a kick of adrenalin to last you the whole day.

I run off one train, pound up the steps, down the other side to the connecting train, I hear the anouncer "Stand clear of the closing doors please".

Almost there, almost.....

I get through the door as it's closing, collapse into a seat, clutching at my chest. I can't breath and my heart feels like its gonna beat its way out of my body.

As my nervous system slows down I tell myself, it's not that late, I could have waited for another train. My mother always says, never run for the bus, better to be late than dead. Okay. It's not the same thing here.

Yes, there will always be another train. Metaphorically, things pass us by in life. And it's not a big deal. So you move on. So there will always be another one.

But what if you miss THE train, what if you are stuck standing there staring at the retreating lights wondering why you didn't run for it, why you didn't push a little more, why you didn't try harder?

Yes there will always be another train. But that feeling of running and getting it- it's the greatest feeling.

I made the train. And maybe this is the train I'm supposed to be on.