Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Life is a Flight of Stairs.

Life is a flight of stairs. Depending on the person you are, you may or may not go up those flight of stairs at a considerable speed. Those people composed of rock stars, movie stars, and others in the entertainment industry.

Like anyone's body, you only have so much stamina. Partake in strenuous activity, and you'll get tired. When climbing up Life's flight of stairs, you're bound to run out of stamina and fall. Everyone has those bad spills that make you want to just give up. Luckily, we all have a helping hand.

To us, this helping hand comes from someone on the top. This hand comes from someone who's already at the top of Life's flight of stairs. This hand is a silhouette, a silhouette that's familiar to you. Though, what you perceive as your helping hand is wrong.

No one is on top of Life's flight of stairs. We are all climbing step by step, therefore we all need a helping hand. Where do our helping hands come from? Our fellow stair climbers.

In this case, you need to be someone's helping hand. Your responsibility lies within your ability to help your fellow people. So the next time you see someone who's stumbled on their way, lend a helping hand.


Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Life by Train. - Part 6

The train car rocks violently back and forth. It seems James' ride will be coming to a premature end.

As the train car tips over to its side, James is thrown against the opposite train car wall. It only hurts for a second. The adrenaline kicks in. As he stands up, he hears screams coming from nearby train cars. Luckily, he prepared himself for events like this.

He calmly climbed up to where he could remove a window. He did so properly.

Once out, he witnessed what had became his life - a derailment. The sky was a mess, the Train's gears were thrown about, and he was okay. So, calmly, he picked up the pieces, and went home.


Monday, August 31, 2009

Life by Train. - Part 5

James doesn't talk much. Being reserved is a form of defense to him. How can you let an intruder in if you don't open the door?

It was at this point that the person sitting across the table from him speaks.

"Where do you get off?"

"Why am I here?"

"No, when do you get off the train?"

James leans closer, "Where do I get off the train?"


"About six more stops."

"That's a long ways."

"Yeah. Yes it is."

"Damn. The sky's a mess now, isn't it?"


Life by Train. - Part 4

Slowly, the train car empties. James looks out the window to watch a growing fire. It's a mess. It ruins the view of a set of beautiful(?) mountains, but does it? It seems that everyday now, you can't look out a window without seeing the haze of pollution. It's a mess.

Twenty minutes pass and the smoke spreads across the sky. James, starring up, begins to wonder if the sky represents his life that is now becoming a mess.

He turns to take a break and sees someone staring into the same sky, in the same way.


Life by Train. - Part 3

As James observes, he witnesses the nature in people, Human Nature. Technology has changed the way of living to the point of it being unrecognizable to those of 100 years passed.

Business men and students alike are engaged to their work, their friend. It seems that what would be as common as a weapon on a barbarian exists in everyone's lap: A laptop.

If it weren't for these portals, the train car wouldn't be as silent.


Wednesday, August 26, 2009

LIfe by Train. - Part 2

The train car rocks back and forth. It soothes James as if he's being cradled by his mother as an infant. It's mostly the same people who sit around him - or is it?

To his right, he has the aging women who have peaked. They know it because they're failing themselves. Every peak is as long as you make it. Every peak is made possible by that one individual.

The women converse and gossip work, the celebrities they admire, and how much their husband's make. Their need to fill in their socializing time slot is made clear by their absence of any real friends. Their lives are what they make it out to be.


Tuesday, August 25, 2009

LIfe by Train. - Part 1

It's been 156 days since James started riding the train. What's been considered a ritual has now been a way of life. You get on the train, you get off the train.

When rush hour peaks, it's really hard to find a decent place to sit. If sitting is out of the question, you stand. The train is living creature that's powered by gears and man-made parts that, when together, serve a purpose, as to what every human has. When the Train doesn't work, it's no different than a friend falling through with dinner plans.