Ramblings of a Writer this Wednesday Morning

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I sit, gazing out the window of this train, the sun peering into the lens of my glasses. Today, my commute is much different than my days held hostage to roads shared with raging morning attitudes on the paved roads. From this cushioned seat, I sleep, I rest, I spend time in my craft as writer with the undying hope I shall fall into that which brings contentment, away from the obligatory life I am thrusted into. I am not alone in the hope and belief that we are far more skilled, far more talented to simply exist where we stand and lay, or am I?