Sometimes life mirrors the feeling of waiting for a tram to come. We always want to move, to get to a next destination. The thought of anxiously waiting gives us desperation and expectancy for instant gratification. So much that we tend not to enjoy the station we are at. That is life, flowing in between of each ride and happening while we impatiently wait.
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