This morning 8 people jostled at the boom by the rail way line. We could hear the train coming. As soon as it was through and the boom was opened, 7 people ran across the lines and onto the platform to catch that train. Only one of the 7, a young man, plodded slowly toward the platform. Did he feel the tension in not running? Had he already resigned himself to waiting 20 minutes for the next train? Did he dither over the expensive vs cheaper carriages? Those other 7 were on the train when the whistle blew, but he was left behind, his shoulders a little more hunched.
No one wants to live under constant stress but without a little pressure we lose momentum. We are left waiting and wondering about those who are there already. Who felt that surge of will, that triumph over circumstances, and the power of their own agency.