Lifeline Express 生命列车
In a lifetime, we board the train for our trip; we see countless arrivals, departures: this is life. Sometimes it's those pleasant surprises, sometimes the sorrows that leave a mark on our hearts.
When we come into the world, we are aboard this Lifeline Express. We mistakingly believe our first and closest two people -- our father, mother -- will always be by our sides. Regrettably, things don't work that way. They arrive at their destinations at a certain time, leaving our lonely souls, their love, their spirit, their unconditional filial love, even if we don't. Irreplaceable.
Inevitably, despite this, there will be other people to board. Because they fill the hole, they have a special place, a special meaning. These are our Brothers, Sisters, our friends. We will experience thousands of pure moments of philia--brotherly love.
On our train, there are relaxed travelers. Some, though, carry such heavy burdens...
And there are those, moving from car to car, forever busy, but willing to help the hurting at any time...
When some people depart, the other passengers remember their history with overflowing emotion, nostalgia. But, there are those, that when they depart, no one notices, or cares.
Sometimes, your companions, your significants will rise and move on to another car.
You can only be so close, yet so far; you must continue to move, as well.
Of course, in our journey, you can falter, stumble to the next cars, trying to find those you have lost.
Unfortunately, you can never be by his or her side again, because that seat has already been taken.
No problem. Our trips are full of challenges, dreams, hopes, departures...but there are no returns.
So, why not make the voyage a joyous one!
In each person we encounter, find the strengths, the lights that burn brightly.
Always remember, at any time, there will be those that cannot make a decision, because we struggle with our choices, too. We have to understand them, because we need their understanding.
Life's riddle is this:
When will we arrive at our destinations?
Will the person next to me now stop at the same place?
Where will our friends depart?
We will never know...
We often think the same thing: When I leave, will I be remembered? I hope I will be.
Leaving my friends, lovers, I will hurt. Letting my children wander lonely, I will hurt.
But I grasp in the hope that when we all arrive in Heaven, we can meet again...
When my children board, they will not have any luggage, or burdens. If I can leave nothing but beautiful memories in their bags, I will be forever grateful.
To you:
Thank you. God bless; let's have a happy journey :)
--DIRECTLY TRANSLATED from my chinese homework. Yeah, I didn't expect Chinese School to teach me anything either.
