What Do People Say That You Should Live In The Moment?

People say that you should live in the moment. They say that life isn’t measured by the amounts of breaths we take, but by the moments that takes our breath away. The first time you hear those sayings, they probably sound like two nice, motivational couple of words, and then you don’t think about it anymore. But if you take a second look, and really think about the meaning about it, they become something so much deeper. And that’s what I experienced this day.

Every weekend I take the train to visit my grandparents, this weekend was not an exception. The citizens of New York city are themselves like, no matter what time at the day or what date it is. Always these people looking like they’re in a hurry for their lives. The men in their suits
At this time I was a bit unhappy that I didn't get a good seat next to the window. Instead, I was sitting on the seat beside the aisle, however, that was something I later on realized was a good thing. Anyway, in that very moment and in the state of mind where I was, you know, when I’ve finally had a chance to sit down and disconnect my thoughts from the rushed environment, it felt like my world was going under when I realized that I’d have to sit in the middle of all these people for hours.

Although I didn’t have a window seat, fortunately I could still have some peeks of the scenery outside. Sure the New York city can be beautiful, all the skyscrapers reaching to the sky and all that, but it’s when the train gets out of New York that the scenery really gets interesting. Varied landscape and buildings, not just concrete buildings, and most importantly, the peace and stillness that you can’t find in the
Every scream, every squeaking, everything just stopped. For a moment everyone just sat there. I guess they were trying to get a grip on what had happened, because at least that’s what I did. And surprisingly enough, people seemed to handle it quite well. Soon after everyone disembarked the demolished train and walked a short distance away. But I couldn’t resist turning around, so that’s what I did.

A couple of meters in front of the ditch where the train wreck was, I could catch a heartstopping glint of a ravine. My brain turned into a battlefield for the thoughts. What if the train hadn’t stopped? What if it had got out of track just one single second later? I forced myself to change directions of my thoughts. At least I was alive. And from what I could see no one else was seriously injured either.

The following evening flashbacks from the accidents went through my head. I remembered all the small things I saw that day. The small things that I might not had noticed a regular day. Like for example the feel of the train wheels flying over the trails or the man with an unmatching tie that sat across the aisle. This was the moment when I slowly started to realize how much we miss in life. We think that we’re living in the moment, but yet we