The “Train Station”

When I first entered the train station, I didn’t know where I wanted to go, I just knew that I wanted to go somewhere awesome. I was in awe at how large, and beautiful the station was and how thousands of trains came in and out of this place, each operating on their own schedule. The station was filled with copious amounts of diverse people. The people came from all walks of life, yet they all had one thing in common; they were all challenged to make a series of decisions that would have more of impact on the outcome and quality of their life than any other decision that they would be required to make while on their journey. I, like everybody else, struggled with these decisions in my own way. I knew that I need to first decide where I wanted to go, and then I need to find a train that would get me there.
I knew that “finding my train” wasn’t meant to be a race, so early on I felt no...

