The Photographer and the traveller

She thinks she knows life because see can take pictures and talk and write about them ...
Like with the blink of an eye she can see the world ... she can see people and how they live their life
she has taken too much of too many, she can feelit that she needs to go
At last it is goodbye and it is now time to leave ...

Now she has to ride a train to fulfill a dream ...
so many places to see along the way, so many things can happen in this journey
But now, all she's got is just one shot, one final shot

Station by station the train went...

she met different people and saw many many beautiful places
people, they come and go, so different yet all are the same

On the seventh stop she met a traveller and they talked a lot
a lot about life, and love, some places she's never been and things she's nevr done
She liked him and he loved her.

At the 23rd the traveller will have to stop. It is now the 19th, and 80 more miles to go in
this long journey to who knows where ...
at one moment, she probably loved him ...
for a second, and she wanted to take his picture
But she only had one shot left

In her mind she thought about better things in store for her
and that she will meet better people, and that they will always come.
She never took his picture.
She smiled. He left with sadness in his eyes,
she made him happy for a while. But he has to go.
8 stations aftr the 23rd, it was her destination.
There she will fulfill her all her dreams.
Her dreams of becoming a real photographer,
is waiting for her in her destination.

But the thought came flashing back, that she has one shot left,
and the feeling that she has to take this picture unlike the rest.

The silent drive of perfectionism, she simply wanted it to be the best.
Her station is nearing, but still she was hoping
longing for something extra special to come passing by ...

The locomotive engine backfired
For a second or two she became unstable,
Off balanced, her camera fell
Lens still covered, it sounded "click"

On her station now, she walked around, frustrated
A familiar old woman approached her ...
she was with her in the cabin the whole time,
she never really noticed her, for she was too busy
looking for something else ... something better and extra special

The old woman told her

"Have you heard about the nameless traveller who goes around to
try and see things ... who goes around talking and helping
people just for the love of it ? His faceless and nameless deeds ...
only few people know. His namelessness is legend. Everybody
wants his picture. Still nobody is really able to take his picture.
Im beginning to think it cannot be done. =)
Like a free spirit he will remain faceless and nameless.
I'd give money tenfold for his picture. But it seems, all you picture takers
think alike. You keep looking for better things that are not even there,
and you force yourself to think that way ... to make you feel safe from regret
you refuse to think that what is in front of you might be the best there is.
He was in front of you, and you let him slip away..."

shocked.
"Uhm, excuse me ma'am, but who are you really?"

"I am the owner of the newspaper who hired you ...will you follow me to the office please."