The train of the life

A few times fà I have read a book, where life was compared to a trip in train.

A very interesting reading.

Life is as a trip in train: Often he climbs and he goes down, there are incidental,

to some stop there are of the pleasant surprises and to other deep sadness.

  Wenn wir geboren werden und in den Zug einsteigen, treffen wir Menschen, von denen wir gauben,

dass sie uns während unserer ganzen Reise begleiten werden: unsere Eltern.

  When we are born and we salt on the train, we meet people, of which we believe,

what they will accompany us during everything of our trip: our parents.

Unfortunately truth is another.

They go down in a station and they leave

each other without their love and affection,

without their friendship and company.

However other people climb on the train, that you will be

very important for us. 

They are our brothers and sisters, our friends and all the marvelous people that we love.

Someone of these people whom climbs, considers the trip as a

small walk.

Others find only sadness in theirs

trip.

And then I am there others still on the

train always present and always

ready to help those people that need it.

Someone leaves when a perennial nostalgia goes

down...

Someone salt and it immediately goes down,

and we have it to bad punishment noticed...

It catches us that someone of the passengers, to which want better, seats in a other wagon and what in this breaker I/you/he/she make us do the I travel alone.

Naturallywe don't allow usto brake from anybody, to take intrigues her/it to us, to look for them and to push usto their search in their wagon.

Unfortunately we cannot sometimes sit

down to their side, because the place

next to them is already occupied.

Not fà nothing, so it is the trip: full of challenges, dreams, imaginations, hopes and goodbyes. ....but without return.

We try to take the trip in the good possible way.

We try to get along with our

neighbors of trip and we look for the best in each

of them.

Let's remember us, what in every phase of the journey

one of our companions of trip can staggerand it possibly needs our understanding.

Also we will often stagger and there will be someone

who understands us. 

The great mystery of the trip is

what we don't knowwhen we will definitely go

down, and even when our

companions of trip will do him/it,

he who have not even sat really next to us.

I think, that will be sorry so much me, when I will go down forever from the train. ....

Yes, I am convinced of it.

The separation from all the friends what I have met duringthe trip, will be painful,

to leave alone my darlings, it will be very sad.

But I have the hope what sooner or later

the central station arrives and I have the impression,

to see them arrive everybody with a baggage,

what when you/they had been climbed on the train

they didn't have yet.

What will make me happy, it is the thought,

what I have contributed to increase and to enrich their

baggage embellishing it.

You, all of my friends, do the possible one, to do

yes that I/you/he/she take him a good trip and that

at the end has been worth of it.

Let's put her/it to us all to leave when we go down

an empty place, that leaves nostalgia and beautiful memoirs in

those people who continue the trip. 

To those people, who belong to my train, I wish

Good Trip