Sleeping on a train has never been an option for me. Too many things to think about. Too many questions. Every time I’m almost asleep the sun hits my eyes again and I get lost in the blurry green vineyards as they fly by. This roller coaster keeps moving but it might be time to get off and figure some things out. Everything has been so busy that there’s never anytime to think. When you can’t sleep on a six hour train ride to Paris, all you can do is think. A few days ago I posted a thank you to everyone who’s ever help me.
“Today and every day of my life, I stand on the shoulders of everyone who has ever helped me. I stand on the shoulders of every member of my family and of all of my friends. Without you, I am nothing.”
I’ve always felt that. I’ve always know that. In a different life, five or six years ago, I had a job that my brain forced me to leave. On the last day of work I went into the supervisors office and told him we had to talk about something serious. Something very important. He went into business mode and prepared his best politically correct response. I looked at him with a straight face and said “It’s a beautiful day, the sun is shining and we’re all lucky to be alive”. To which his response was: “I’ll make a note of that.”
I know that this train travels from Cannes to Paris, but I’m still lost. The next direction to go in is a little more than unclear. The main lesson that I have always kept with me is that I am only at the beginning of understanding how much I do not know. I am always amazed by the amount of things I don’t know. All we can do is keep learning and growing. As I sit on this train and it moves me to Paris, I can only be sure of one thing: It’s a beautiful day, the sun is shining and we’re all lucky to be alive.
