My own philosphy.

Life is a train ride. Our birth is when we get on the train. Our years as a little uneducated child with little or no independence, is when everyone is putting away their bags, getting settled, and finding their seats. Our years as being a independent educated person is when the trains moving and onward toward it’s destination. once the train gets moving there’s no stopping it, it’s a one way trek. You have only two choices while on the train, sit down, watch the sites and the people. You can see how much fun or sadness everyone is having and just be an unactive passenger watching from the comfort of your seat. Or you can get up, move around, have some fun, meet some people, enjoy the train ride. Do things you thought you would have never done before, be someone you didn’t know existed. You enjoy your ride, make it last, make mistakes. Cause hell, in the end everyone is arriving at the same destination. 

Just because you don’t enjoy yourself, you don’t act, you just wait in your seat. Hoping, begging, wishing that something is going to happen. It doesn’t mean that the train stops. It continues along it’s course, and you just go along with it being the hopeless passenger you are. Life is not always about the destination, how you get there is what matters.