Oops, Did I Just Become The Convenience Train

While listening to the song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LHCob76kigA&list=RDRBumgq5yVrA&index=5, something hit me.

I’ve read that humans are social beings. From an evolutionary point of view, we hunted in groups and lived in kabilas. The remains of those early civilizations stand as proof — we were never meant to survive alone.

We think, we talk, we created languages to share our thoughts. We wrote literature so our words could outlive our voices.

But somewhere between then and now, the world evolved — or perhaps devolved. Machines are everywhere. People have started opting for pets instead of kids. And lately, even pets are being replaced by robotic companions. AI has real potential of demolishing human beings right?

People aren’t just alone now — they’re getting comfortable being alone. A study suggests that chronic loneliness can be as harmful as smoking fifteen cigarettes a day.

And for those of us who still crave genuine human connection — sorry, the world has moved on.

People now prefer smaller circles, shorter attention spans, and friendships & relationships that come with a mute button. They avoid depth because it demands vulnerability, and vulnerability doesn’t fit into a busy calendar.

That’s where The Convenience Train comes in.

The Concept

A convenience train is one you board when it suits you.No reservations, no commitments, no emotional luggage.You hop on when you need comfort, attention, or a listener.You get off the moment life feels steady again.

No boarding passes, no thank-yous, no goodbyes — just silent departures at your chosen stop.

And somewhere, someone like me — the train itself — keeps running on schedule.Listening. Caring. Being available.Believing every passenger might stay this time.But most don’t.

Because the train of convenience is designed for temporary travelers, not co-passengers.

The Quiet Realization

I used to take it personally — the sudden silence after deep conversations, the long pauses that never ended in replies.

I thought maybe I said too much, cared too soon, or expected too real a connection in a world that now runs on half-read messages and blue ticks.

But I’ve learned that not everyone who sits beside you is meant to stay till the last stop. Some just needed a breather before their next destination.

And that’s okay.

Because maybe my role isn’t to keep them forever.

Maybe it’s to make their short journey a bit lighter — with a little warmth, a bit of listening, and a smile that doesn’t ask for anything in return.

Acceptance, Not Bitterness

I won’t pretend it doesn’t sting. It does — when people return only when they’re tired, lost, or lonely. When your worth exists only in their low moments.

But I’ve stopped resenting it.

Because maybe being the “convenience train” is still better than being the station that no one ever visits. At least I keep moving.

At least I connect — even if briefly — with people who may remember the comfort, even if they forget the conductor.

And sometimes, just sometimes, someone boards without rushing to get off. They stay for the conversation, not the convenience.

And that’s when you realize — it was worth all the previous stops.

Closing Thought

Not every connection has to be permanent to be meaningful.Some are reminders.Some are lessons.Some are just rest stops on your journey to becoming wiser, calmer, and kinder.

So yes, maybe I am the convenience train — but I’ve made peace with that.

Because even if people board and leave, I still move forward, carrying stories, smiles, and a little more understanding of what it means to be human.

After all, even a train that runs alone still reaches its destination.