The 18th March Project – Post 4

I travel by public transport. The Metro, to be more precise. In the mornings I prefer to travel in Gold class. It’s the cabin at the front or rear of the train that has better-cushioned seats, folding tables on the backs of some seats and costs double the regular fare.

I get out at Union, one of the interchange stations, and make my way with possibly hundreds of others from the Creek platform to the UAE Exchange platform. I’m usually among the first on the escalator because the Gold class disembarkation area is very close to it and the stairs to the Concourse.

I’ve been doing this regularly for at least a year. Watching people go up the stairs or the escalator from the Creek platform to the concourse is what inspired the analogy.

I began to see the similarity between this daily struggle, and Life.

If you have certain advantages – money, or position – it’s easier for you to get on the escalator and ascend faster.

There are those who through sheer will power will climb the stairs and beat those who get on the escalator before them.

There are those who get on the escalator and do not wish to add their own steam to the kinetic energy of the escalator, propelling them upwards. They couldn’t care less about the people who come after; they will even block the way, not through any malice, but just because they aren’t using their brains nor are they aware of the world around them.

At some point there are so many of these people of the escalator that taking the stairs actually becomes the quicker option.

And isn’t the world just so much like that?

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