Train Station

When joy arrives, we often fail to recognize it. When happiness comes, we overlook its presence. When love touches us, we do not fully grasp it. Instead, we simply gaze at the passing train station, watching life move on.

There are countless stations that have slipped by. At the time, they felt like places of pain, resentment, and wounds. Yet looking back, those very stations became stops of growth, filled with love, joy, and happiness. Now I smile at those memories, and with a lighter heart, I move on to the next station.