Every morning there is a girl on the train. Every morning this girl would be smiling sweetly on her phone as if someone had just reached out of the phone and gave her a kiss. Every morning her smiles and sweetness slowly fades away.
I wonder if she knows… I wonder if this girl knows that this pain she is enduring through is just as temporary as her smiles. I wonder if this girl knows that at the end of this long and dark tunnel there will be something much better and much more wonderful than anything she has ever seen or experienced… Of course she does, but she doesn’t believe it. We all don’t believe these things when we’re going through a rough patch.
Every morning there is a girl on the train. Every morning she’d be staring out the window as if she’s yearning for something much more than what she has right now. Every morning, she is one step closer to her destination. Does she know that one day all of her “what ifs” and uncertainties will all be rid of? Does she know that one day she will feel liberation in ways she has never felt before? Does she know that she is so loved by the people around her that regardless of her small selfish acts they still give her their support?
Every morning there is a girl on the train. Every morning she would strive to be a better person than she was the day before. Every morning she is a day closer to her happiness…