Freedom

Phil looked down at the ground whizzing by and had to close his eyes to regain his calm.  Once he found his zen center, he took a savory sip of his still-steaming mocha latte, purchased not ten minutes earlier from the Java Shop in car 21 and considered two options that were staring him in the face.  They were as follows:

A:  Stay on the train. 
B:  Jump off the train. 

Option B looked sketchy, given the blur outside that would have looked like sharp rocks had they not been moving so fast.  He knew however that if he failed to choose option B, he would be forced to go with option A and he certainly didn't like the idea of being forced to do anything. 

If he stayed on the train, he knew exactly where it would take him and that when he got there he would be a pleasant combination of alive and intact.  If he jumped off there was a distinct possibility that he would not survive at all (much less remain intact), and the implications of that eventuality confused and mystified him.  Phil sipped and pondered. 

From the perception of anything traveling at speeds approaching that of light, not a lot of time went by.  To anybody else it was quite a while, enough to make continued descriptions of what transpired during that time seem monotonous, pointless and otherwise generally trite.

At long last, Phil decided that since there was absolutely no reason whatsoever to jump off the train, he would go ahead and stay on.  He went back to his seat and read a newspaper until the train arrived at its destination. 

He found his car, paid for the parking, snagged some drive-through fast food, gave ten dollars to a homeless woman and went home feeling good about all of his decisions that day, at least until the fast food caught up to him at which point he began to regret that one.

The world is crazy when you realize just how much freedom you actually have, isn't it? 

TSN