I step onto the platform after a train ride from Amsterdam. My eyes are wide open and I am looking around and start pacing back into action. I like train rides. Nowadays I sit more often in my car than in a train. And I’m missing them. Not when they are fully packed with smelly people, but at the down times when there are enough seats to choose from and a window all for yourself. I look outside over the grassy and wet fields while the rain pours down. Time to think and analyze. Clearing what’s left to digest inside.
An unconventional truth, isn’t this what most of our life can be if we don’t take it into our own intellectual hands. and live it with love and care. With respect for the Creator and the created. We rather step out of this eternal play. And that’s when I feel sorry, for the loss of respect and love for its true authenticity.