Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about the train station theory - this idea that life is a journey where everyone you meet is a passenger. Some only sit beside you for a few stops, others stay a little longer, and a few ride with you until the very end. It’s a simple metaphor, but it’s changed how I see people and the role they play in my life. For so long, I tried to hold on-wanting certain connections to last forever, replaying moments in my head, wondering what went wrong when people drifted away. But the truth is, not everyone is meant to stay for the whole journey. Some are there to teach you something, to remind you of who you were at that stop, before you moved forward. There’s a strange kind of peace that comes with that acceptance. You stop chasing, stop questioning, stop trying to make temporary people permanent. It’s not about losing people anymore; it’s about learning to appreciate the ones who choose to stay, even when they have every reason to leave. Those few who remain seated beside you-not because they have to, but because they want to. And those are the ones worth cherishing. 🫧