I’m standing here waiting to get on a train. The problem is I’ve been waiting for days, maybe even weeks. I do not know where I’m going, I just hope it’s some place nice. Some place from where I will never have to come back. One day this woman came up to me, and she asked me:
“What are you waiting for?”
“I don’t know,” I responded with a low voice. I sounded as if I was ashamed to still be standing there waiting.
“I guess I’m waiting for the right train.”
“How will you know which train is the right train?” she asked.
“Umm, I guess I won’t know. There is no way to tell.”
So she takes off my tie, and told me to clear my mind.
Nervously I asked, “What are you doing?”
“I’m blindfolding you,” she answered.
“Because the mind is the heart’s manipulator.”
So I’m standing there blindfolded and I’m waiting. The next train approached and the doors opened. I felt like this was it. I felt it in my heart that this was the train I was supposed to be on…
I never moved an inch. I took the blindfold off, and I watched the train drive away. I looked around and the woman wasn’t there. No one was there.
I was alone.