The Speed of the Soul
Life's one big train ride?
October 31, 2024
A year ago, I took the leap. I sold what could be sold, left what could be left, and stepped back onto the path of purpose. I chose to adventure into the terrifying, liberating unknown that had always served me so well.
Fear had become a prison, and I had been pushed into a life I no longer recognised. For too long, I had lingered in this liminal space, bouncing between the old world and the new me that demanded to emerge. A life begging for opportunity is no life at all. I knew I had to become the architect once more. I had to create everything.
A dream once whispered to me: "life is one big train ride."
When your train runs too slow, you miss the moments meant for you. The destinations blur, the key passengers never find their seat, the fleeting stops are gone before you arrive. You must keep moving. Kinesis (movement) is the law of the soul.
Yet when your train runs too fast, you become blind. You are so focused on a distant target that the journey’s beautiful landscape is never really captured. The whole point lost. At night, the train’s lights show only a few meters of track ahead. You are asked to embrace the abyss, to find faith in the darkness before you. You steer yourself into the unknown with the deep trust that by maintaining your course, the destination will eventually appear.
People will leap onto your train. Friends, family, lovers. They will travel with you until they need to make their own stop. At some point, your train must keep moving. This requires its own art of farewell, a release without regret or complaint, knowing that all journeys are circular. Those who are meant to, will find their way back to your path. You apply the art of detachment, and know, that it is all fine.
This train, your vessel, is the only one you will ever have. It needs maintenance and respect. It will endure storms so harsh you feel the tracks loosen beneath you. It may be derailed by forces beyond your control. In those moments, you do not focus on the storm. You focus only on what you can control: the integrity of your own ride.
My compass is simple. As long as I am creating, I am on the right path.
If you feel lost, if you no longer know where your train is, go searching. It may be idling at a forgotten station where you grew too comfortable; a halt where certain passengers steered you away from your true north.
In the end, it is all a matter of balance. Find a speed that makes your heart beat a little faster, yet allows you to remain grateful for the ever-changing view from your window. This is the speed of the soul. It is found by tapping into yourself, and into the deep connections you forge with likeminded spirits that speak your language, and see your cosmos because it is also theirs. They are the ones who will ride with you until the end.
Trust the hunch. Find the story.
— Antoine
very inspiring！