I really hate it when you miss the train by 5 seconds and then you have to wait in the cold for 8 minutes until the next train comes.
Perhaps, if I cared to look hard enough, I could make this into a metaphor for my life in general. Maybe it was 2pts on a test in school, or my choice of job to take, or my chosen circle of friends that got me where I am. I can spend all day and night thinking about all the "what if"s that could have lead to a different future. a different train. Should I have studied more? Should I have been more outgoing? Could I have been a different person?
But, it doesn't really matter. In 2 more minutes I will ride the next train. And while I will be 8 minutes behind my original plan, I will still arrive in Yokohama. My destination hasn't changed, and I doubt it will for quite a long time.
つづく
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