I was thinking about what it’s like to try and board a fast-moving train. Timing it just right to grab the handle and launch yourself through an open door seems incredibly difficult. But once you’re actually on board, everything changes. Suddenly, you're looking out at the beautiful passing landscape, and the ride feels effortless. You assume you'll just stay on forever—even though, in reality, more and more people are getting thrown off at any given moment.

And it’s not just the physical danger of making that high-speed leap. You also have to deal with the people already on board shouting down at you: 'Oh my gosh, why don't you like trains? Are you taking a break from trains? Must be nice just standing on the ground without a care in the world.

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