There can be no argument that there is a stark difference between one side of the railroad tracks and the other- and we all know don’t we about how literally the other side of the tracks is no doubt the bad side.
That divide, though, is a phenomenon.
The other side is an area of danger, full of gangs and crime…..reports of muggings and thugs….all on the other side of the tracks. It is a place that forever has been known to be covered by a dark shadow.
I am on the good side. Thankfully.
On my side - a nice park from where I regularly stop to view the skyline of the city. On the bad side - a bad park with no view; rubbish and an aura of creepiness.
On my side, tennis courts. Over there drunks, walking the streets all hours.
On the good side, traffic jams. That may be the worst part. Even the trees look healthier on the good side.
The good side feels like it is basked in sunshine and clear blue skies. The bad side feels grey.
The good side is quiet. The bad side is noisy.
In the alley ways of the good side a kid is riding his bike through. You don’t want to venture down the alleyway of the bad side of the tracks.
As soon as I cross the tracks, I can feel my mood change. What was once a calm, serine, relaxed mentality, soon turns edgy, on guard and suspicious.
This is just my subjective viewpoint. Maybe we each have in our own mind, an imaginary train line division of good and bad, a line we prefer not to cross.
In our life, we each decide where and how we want to live. You can investigate and visit different neighborhoods and ways of life. You can go for a drive and look around. Sometimes we do. Some do. But we are often swayed by things we have heard. A certain place gets a “bad” reputation. Was our mind made up before we even visited over there?
Maybe the other side, the bad side, was a myth. And those over there, well, they thought their side was the good side.
cya.....Ric
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