The song playing is called Trains I Missed by Walt Wilkins. It's been playing in the background of a couple of recent posts. When I first heard it I fell in love with it. If you listen closely it's not really about missing trains per se but the opportunities that we may or may not have chosen that brings us to where we are in life. It tells in metaphorical terms life is what you make it and how the redeeming features of wasted opportunities and regret can influence your character and yet you find yourself right where you ought to be.
In the first stanza he talks of loves lost, bridges burned, and roads not taken. Aren't those things we invariably look back on and wonder? You know, what if I'd kept dating Johnny or Joey or Jimmy (names changed to protect the innocent). Life would have been so much different indeed and really you do have to kiss a few frogs to find the prince don't you? What if I'd kept in contact with others and not forsaken their friendships? I can answer that one. They weren't good for me and I was right to burn those bridges. It's true some are regrettable but one has to do what's best for oneself. The hardest choices to reconcile are the roads not taken. There was that after high school graduation drive across country that a girlfriend and I dreamt of doing, the invitation to sing in a college Christmas Cantata and years later in a theatre group, and the steamy romance novel that never got written and published.
We all look back on life and wonder how it would have been different in other circumstances. Sure, there's hurt and regrets but when we really get down to it it is those choices we didn't make that bring us to where we are and right where we're supposed to be.
"It's a big old world but I've found my way
And the hell and the hurt lead me straight to it
Here's to the trains I missed."
(I've posted a side view of the caboose on Carletta's Captures.)