Life is like a train station. Everyone is waiting for a ticket to paradise. Some are buying souvenirs (that they know they don't need) while others are stuffing themselves in the café. In the end though, everyone wants a first-class (comfortable) ,one-way ticket to heaven, on a high speed train.
While buying tickets, you have to make up your mind. There are two ticket booths open.
In one, there's the ever popular, smooth ticket seller who may be charging a bundle but he promises benefits. People are shoving each other ruthlessly, desperate for a ticket. They even bribe him with lavish gifts!
In the other booth, a humble man is sitting quietly, offering a one way ticket to paradise. He looks calm and content, looking into the distance with a faint smile on his face.
Remember, you have to make your choice wisely, time is running out...
If you don't purchase the right one soon, you will be in deep trouble.
If you want a ticket then hurry - first come, first serve.
The only problem- how do you decide who to buy it from?
I mean, almost everybody is buying theirs from the suave ticket seller.
If everyone's getting it from him, he has to be right, right? So you walk towards the line, still a bit uncertain when you see the other ticket-seller.
In the other booth, the humble man is busy mollifying a crying child who's lost. He even gives the kid a lollypop.
The crowd in the other ticket seller's line are all mocking him and jeering him but, what he's doing...is nice.
Only a nice person would offer you a ticket to heaven, right?
So you walk away towards him brazenly, shaking with courage.
Even though people seem to be sneering at you, you don't care. It's your life, not theirs.
You go to him and ask him for a ticket. He beams and cheerfully hands one over to you.
You smile softly, maybe you made the right choice after all...
