That's not my train...

Is it yours?

For what will it profit a man, if he gains the whole world and forfeits his life? ~Matthew 16:26

Tinted windows. Sleek silver exterior.

All signs point to the platform.

Many clamber aboard and take a seat. Passengers remain unaware of mountains, lakes, wildflowers, moon, sun and stars outside shade covered windows. Seated on leather upholstery, heated and cooled through vents, enjoying meals served at prescribed hours, commuters focus their attention and energy on mental anguish.

Why did he get that seat? Look at the dress she’s wearing; I wish mine was that fine. Why is everyone listening to that man? Perhaps I should do something to draw attention to myself? I’ll say what he’s saying, only louder. Who is better? Has more talent?

When the train grinds to a halt at each passenger’s final destination, a conductor escorts them to the exit. Before darkness closes in, the traveler is allowed one brief look at the countryside they’d been passing through and they wonder…

Why wasn’t I looking out the window?

Adapted from a parable found in: The Way to Love: The Last Meditations of Anthony de Mello.

How excellent is the life of a good man—the man who rejoices at the portion given him in the universal lot and abides therein content; who is just in all his ways and kindly minded toward all men. ~Marcus Aurelius (121-80)