The train of the life A few times fà I have read a book, where life was compared to a trip in train. A very interesting reading.
Life is as a trip in train: Often he climbs and he goes down, there are incidental, to some stop there are of the pleasant surprises and to other deep sadness.
Wenn wir geboren werden und in den Zug einsteigen, treffen wir Menschen, von denen wir gauben, dass sie uns während unserer ganzen Reise begleiten werden: unsere Eltern. When we are born and we salt on the train, we meet people, of which we believe, what they will accompany us during everything of our trip: our parents.
Unfortunately truth is another. They go down in a station and they leave each other without their love and affection, without their friendship and company.
However other people climb on the train, that you will be very important for us.
They are our brothers and sisters, our friends and all the marvelous people that we love.
Someone of these people whom climbs, considers the trip as a small walk.
Others find only sadness in theirs trip. And then I am there others still on the train always present and always ready to help those people that need it.
Someone leaves when a perennial nostalgia goes down... Someone salt and it immediately goes down, and we have it to bad punishment noticed...
It catches us that someone of the passengers, to which want better, seats in a other wagon and what in this breaker I/you/he/she make us do the I travel alone. Naturally we don't allow us to brake from anybody, to take intrigues her/it to us, to look for them and to push us to their search in their wagon.
Unfortunately we cannot sometimes sit down to their side, because the place next to them is already occupied.
Not fà nothing, so it is the trip: full of challenges, dreams, imaginations, hopes and goodbyes.....but without return. We try to take the trip in the good possible way.
We try to get along with our neighbors of trip and we look for the best in each of them.
Let's remember us, what in every phase of the journey one of our companions of trip can stagger and it possibly needs our understanding.
Also we will often stagger and there will be someone who understands us.
The great mystery of the trip is what we don't know when we will definitely go down, and even when our companions of trip will do him/it, he who have not even sat really next to us.
I think, that will be sorry so much me, when I will go down forever from the train..... Yes, I am convinced of it. The separation from all the friends what I have met during the trip, will be painful, to leave alone my darlings, it will be very sad. But I have the hope what sooner or later the central station arrives and I have the impression, to see them arrive everybody with a baggage, what when you/they had been climbed on the train they didn't have yet.
What will make me happy, it is the thought, what I have contributed to increase and to enrich their baggage embellishing it.
You, all of my friends, do the possible one, to do yes that I/you/he/she take him a good trip and that at the end has been worth of it. Let's put her/it to us all to leave when we go down an empty place, that leaves nostalgia and beautiful memoirs in those people who continue the trip.
To those people, who belong to my train, I wish Good Trip