Comings and goings

Businesspeople in trenchcoats don't walk while passing through it, they scurry about. College-aged kids with their backpacks securely strapped meander their way through the people traffic, unsure about their destination, stopping often to see the trip schedules flash on the overhead screen. While I, a 3-week temporary resident of a neighboring state, take in all the sights and sounds of the legendary terminal in New York: The Grand Central.

This is the spot where the scenes of more than a few Hollywood movies had been shot. Maybe it's the kinetic energy that is palpable in this busy space. Maybe it's the incessant turnover of commuters--for every one that enters the subway train, another one exits. Maybe it's the size; it's not called the GRAND central for nothing.

The Grand Central is abuzz with comings and goings--very much like life. Sad is he who, confined to the tiny space he has created for himself, directly proportional to the space he's alloted in his heart for others to occupy, has remained stagnant. No more comings. Just goings.

On this cold day somewhere in the heart of midtown New York, slivers of sunlight manage to escape through the window slats. This should be just like life.

*Originally posted on March 22. I can't remember why I took it out after I posted it but now, I'm deciding to show it again.