He found the journal on the train

He found the journal on the train. After the person sitting across the aisle from him got off at the previous stop, Boston St, something caught his eye.

It was a burnt red journal with a gold spiral. He couldn't think of who was sitting across from him today; he had a lot on his mind. There were some big decisions that needed to be made before the end of the week. What did he want to do? He did not really have many people he could talk to about it.

Sometimes it was really hard to let people in and to try to share what your hopes and dreams are without feeling judged. It feels like someone seeing all of you is to really be seen, and if you haven't had that before, well, it can be terrifying.

He had a big decision on his plate. It felt like a crossroads that he was at; no matter what his decision was, it would lead him to a different life path. He had to decide, what future did he want to have?

As his thoughts were racing, he reached over to the seat to grab the journal, seeing if there was a name on it somewhere, inside cover, anywhere. The only thing he found was the first page had an image of him, smiling, and he looked older.

Chills were sent down his spine. How could someone have this image of him? He had never been there before. He had never owned the clothes he was wearing, nor did he recognize the person in the photo with him.

He flipped to the next page; there had to be more information in here. Clearly, this was some mistake or a joke. It had to be a mistake.

The first page was dated today. The only words written were, "By picking up the journal, I chose the right path, and it led me to the greatest happiness."

Who on earth left this journal?

He took a deep breath. Coincidence or it happening for a reason, this journal found him. He was looking for direction, and he decided to write about what his day was, the choice he had to make, and how it was impacting him.

Slowly, his confidence in his decision became more clear. He knew what he had to do. His stop came. He left the journal on the same seat he had grabbed it from.

Maybe someone else will need the magic of the journal. Worst case scenario, someone will have a photo of him from the future, with the decision that he came to, and how he got there.