chasing trains.

I made a vow to myself to stop chasing trains. I figure, if I miss the train, maybe it wasn't meant for me. that goes for people and opportunities too.

I used to beat myself up about it. I'd say, "how could I be so stupid?"  but the lightbulb went off and I realized: there's always another one coming. probably bigger. usually better. what's the point in chasing what's already gone? 

what's meant for me will always be. indefinitely. I have enough faith and enough patience to know that more chances will come. and when it does, I'll be more prepared than I've ever been before. 


- imaneurope