Stated
Mar 31, 2015, 2:49p - Life
You were there, at the station, before any of your friends. So you figured you had some time to kill. The storefronts were pretty boring, so you wandered away, distracting yourslef by looking for a distraction. By the time you got back to the station, all your friends were gone. The train had come, picked them up, and left without you. Was that the last train? What if another never came? What then? Your friends are traveling the world with their new families, and you're stuck here. Without a train, and without a new family. You're the leaf on the tree. The end of the road. You can see them through the windows, smiling and laughing. But that just makes you sigh. "Guess I'm stuck in this town," you think. You consider, "The hell with it, I'll walk the tracks". But you can't catch up, you can't even get to the next station, it's too fucking far to walk. You needed that train, you wanted that train, but now will you give anything to get on that train? Or will you just putter around here for awhile, kicking the stones, and then leave?
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Andy Tovar
- Apr 1, 2015, 5:06p
I like it. Is this about you? If it is about you - not to worry - I'll call an Uber for you.
Anon, Mumbai/UK/Earth
- Apr 4, 2015, 5:08p
Hey Nikhil,
Great post. I always look forward to your posts say every 6 months or so. Have distantly known you since your google days through niniane's blog and your mit decision was interesting. The follow up and may more years will be even more, i bet.
Without sugeesting anything or sounding condescending, i guess the post above could be anything; an excerpt from a movie script, a short story , anything. Could be what you felt that moment.
A lot of geniuses feel that way ; of lost opportunities , in comparison. However, a genius finds his own way. After all success can never be defined. Even monetary.
Good luck to you , always and you know this better, there are loads in the same bandwagon as you and everyone shall find his/her way in the end.
Charles Robinson
- Oct 10, 2015, 12:02a
For two decades I had a recurrent dream. I had missed the plane or missed the boat, or, most frequently, missed the train.
I haven't gotten any tracktion.
I'm in my fourth quarter century. Still, maybe there will be another train. Or maybe I'll try walking the tracks alone.
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