Life is like taking a train ride. In the long journey, you see places and people, some are pleasant but some are not. If it is as scenic and as beautiful as the White Rock rail ways, you wish to slow down and try to enjoy the majestic sea and hear the waves as it touches the rocky shores. The train crawls slowly along those tracks until everything is gone from view and a new place to conquer approaches. In life, nothing is permanent--everything is a fleeting experience. No happiness nor despair will stay forever. Life moves on, like the train in the tracks. It's not about how fast or slow I want to pass by these journey points in my life; it's about deciding when to move on. I hope this simple reflection will inspire you, as the beautiful White Rock did for me.
