I like trains.
I like running.
I like meditating.
Even though these things seem unrelated,
there is something they have in common.
Time freezes in all three of these things.
Time freezes when you’re on a train.
The past is somewhere behind you,
the future is somewhere ahead.
But for the time being, you’re still.
You’re problems are somewhere awaiting you.
But they will wait, patiently, until you arrive.
Time freezes when you run.
Only one sole goal exists: to get to the finish line.
But even that is in the distant future.
The only thing you are focusing on is now.
Taking the next step forward, taking the next breath in, and out.
Finding a rhythm and sticking to it.
Time freezes when you meditate.
It takes training and practice, but it is achievable.
I never really believed in it.
I was never really good at letting my thoughts roam freely in my head.
I was always better at finding distractions to avoid them.
But it turns out when you let those thoughts flow in,
you are able to control them.
Kind of like sliding through images on a smartphone.
These are the only three times where I like to imagine that I can control time.