TWO ONGOING PARALLEL LINES

I cannot resist to tell you about my childhood memories, as a child, it would be always exciting to travel on train, though it is still exciting, but there is something charming about childlike attitude. To get a window seat was like saying 'yeah!!', though the opportunity was scarce. When you do get a chance, as rarely as it was, you would look out and would be lost into oblivion. Though you cannot get to see the track on which your train is running, when you do get off it, and see the train get you past, and once it becomes a tiny dot, your eyes turn on to the 'track'. You turn to ask your dad 'daddy! where does this track end up at?', your dad says ' at the station', immediate question hurls at him, 'where is the station?', before your dad gets angry, you tend to swallow the 'unanswerable'. You have grown up now, jumped into the world, accomplished so much materially, but have you sought after the answer seriously as you did? Where does the track end up at? We better be children, seeking for serious answers rather than being grown ups chasing after foolish things. Where does the track lead to? These parallel lines going on and on, where will they end up at? At the station, at the Kingdom, at God. You and I created to enjoy better things, to enjoy 'eternity'. Are you prepared for it?...to be continued.