Avoid the cul de sac

Travelling by train is an experience like no other in that as you travel through familiar countryside or the built up suburbs one feels in some way disconnected from the real life scenes that are before your eyes.
As the pageant rolls by one wonders at the multitudinous lives that are being played out beyond the carriage window. There's the restaurant that we had dinner the other night it looks so remote as we pull away on our journey to Paddington. Swish and we are passing out into the countryside,through the mist of a Welsh morning. Far away I can see the sea breaking onto a sandy beach and a lone intrepid surfer sitting his board waiting. 
The days of steam are well past, the powerful diesel locomotive easily pulling its load smoothly and coming up to speed as we travel on to our distant destination. 220 miles or there about, three hours and all for £28. It costs me about £40 in the car but then there's often two people and a boot full of luggage. 
Like a time capsule each hamlet comes into view and is gone, people involved in their own lives a train passes without a thought, two worlds on different trajectories. Life is like that. The people I left behind are busy with their own thing, as am I, it's only in the mind that we construct connectivity. If we have a conversation we try to second guess what the other person is thinking and so it is throughout life, we are individuals cast adrift on a sea of chance. We have to be in tune with ourselves, to experience true lasting happiness if we leave it to others we can find ourselves in a cul de sac with our character in tatters.