Every time I take the train back from work, I am startled by the expression-less and saddened faces of anonymous, tired people. There's always the same gazed-out look in their eyes, while the all too familiar "fed up with life" aura surrounds the subway cars.
I've always felt for these people on the train. I try and send them good thoughts to ease whatever it may be that they're dealing with - it's a game I play when I'm on my own - especially when I stand up in front of them, waiting anxiously for a seat to free up, and can't help but stare directly at their faces. I feel totally invisible until someone catches my eye: My own reflection in the glass.
I look old, I look tired, and I look sad. I have bags under my eyes and obvious wrinkles. The image gets distorted as the car moves faster, squeaking, screeching loudly, crying for help.
It feels like I haven't really seen myself in a long long time.
Now is the time to send myself some good thoughts. I have the power to put a smile on my own face. It's time I realize this and act on it.
Thank God spring is finally here to give me a nudge.