Written By: Valerie M.

Still, you choose to stay for now— to miss the train with full intent, to rip and toss your ticket beneath the wooden bench. With all your bags packed, you wanted to disappear— but there’s a lot to lose: your being, your full smile, your sunshine, the tear in your eye, your daydreams at night. You may have lost the journey, you may have missed the train completely— yet you’ve learned one thing: to miss the train is not giving up; it is a new kind of courage. It is finding the old soul in you, holding on a little longer until dawn, going back in grace, learning to appreciate— to thank the universe that you have missed the train.

(I am not talking about trains.)