Train Time: No. 1

(Train Time is a concept where I will try and compose and publish, all from my phone, while on the train… This one didn’t work so well because I published it the next day)

Finally time to go home. Today, it’s the 5:20 bound  for Flossmoor Illinois  ( though I don’t go that far).

As I sometimes struggle with the daily “dreak” of life, it can all to easily become way too dark and way depressingly frustrating. I find it fascinating that one can look outward at other’s possibilities and capabilities, but too often look inward in see nothing but doubts and lost opportunities.

That’s when I think reaching out and really seeing the world clearly can be a big help.

I have a good friend who owns his own business and has for decades tried to convince the world that modern paper preservation is inadequate at best, and most of the time simply worthless.

He is 89 years young and has more drive, energy, and determination than some people a third his age. Yet on days like this, when just one more proposal out of possibly hundreds has been shot down, 89… doesn’t seen so young any more.

The thing is: this guy usually bounces back and to the best of my ability I try to help him up.

And then I ask myself:

“Self. If I can help him up and onwards, why not help my self up as well! And remember that I am never really alone; that there is someone up there that has never had a problem believing in me.”

Suddenly, things don’t look so bad.