The train station isn’t dirty. They never are.
Each step takes me closer to my destination and further from my comfort zone. My skin starts to crawl and I can feel the sweat as it rolls slowly between my shoulder blades. But my footsteps never waver, and with every inch I feel my chin rise. I let the music flood into my ears, bringing new emotions with every thump of bass.
I walk for ages, twisting and turning down different tunnels until I finally find myself in the subway, and I can just make out the finish line up ahead. My pace quickens, my heart starting to race. I’ve wanted to do this for ages and finally my chance has come.
My eyes light up when I see the spot I picked out two weeks ago when I first found this place. I hesitate, for just a second, my feet doing the shuffle I learned in my marching band days. But, before I allow my feet to plant, I push myself forward, my courage and pride swelling as I think about the task I am about to undertake.
I feel the music swell, reaching an ear-drum splitting note, and then everything falls quiet. To my right, I feel the train before I see it. The gust from the train whips loose strands of my hair up into my eyes and as the wheels grind to a halt I can feel the vibrations running up through the soles of my feet. When the doors of the train open, I finally reach my position, and stop.
The next song begins; a very slow intro lilting through the speakers against my ears, before it picks up into a storm of bass and screams.
When I look over, all I can see is a sea of people. Moving, pushing, rushing, strolling. People with places to be and people with nowhere to be. Thousands of people descend upon me, and I feel the smile grow on my face. I close my eyes and don’t move, feeling, rather than seeing, the crowd. Their energy sparks against mine, mixing in a battle of wills. I remain resolute, standing firm in-between three columns, and open my eyes once more.
Every once in a while someone will glance in my direction. I like to think it’s because they can tell there is one person here who doesn’t belong, but it is probably due to the volume of my music. The bass threatens to shred my skin, each beat sending shivers down my spine. I can feel those eyes, the ones that look up briefly, look away and then return. They burn into my soul, leaving a lingering impression that clears with every strike of thunder between my ears.
Everyone else just ignores me, more important and interesting things on their mind.
I soak in the moment for what feels like hours, but in reality is only five minutes. As the last few stragglers rush to meet up with their groups, or hurry home to loved ones, I slowly lower the headphones. Everything is quiet again, though I’m sure it’s only because of the non-stop ringing in my head. The damage to my ears was a welcome assault, one that I’ll gladly repeat. Each beat of the bass, word uttered and every chorus sung let’s me know that I’m alive. I can feel the music echoing deep in my bones, every vibration a reminder that I live to enjoy another day. A privilege many do not have.
And one that I’ll treasure until I move on, joining those who have gone before me.
For this today’s Daily Prompt I wanted to start with a story, before getting into my superpower. This really happened, and these were the real emotions I had.
When I studied abroad in Osaka in 2009 I went to a Hanshin Tigers game. Two weeks later I found myself in the same Subway, all alone. I put the volume on my iPod to max, stood in one spot and just felt the moment. It was one of the most breath-taking moments I’ve ever had in my life. It’s really hard to describe the feelings I had in that moment without getting long and wordy, so I thought maybe a story would do it better.
Now, the reason I chose this moment is because if I had to choose one superpower it would be ‘the ability to speak and understand any language.’
If you hadn’t guessed by now, I’m currently living and working in Japan. I know enough Japanese to order food, go shopping and get around, but having a conversation outside of basic stuff is really difficult. So naturally, I would love to be able to speak and understand any language. It would make traveling so much easier, considering I would like to go to Korea, Italy and Poland at some point in the next 10 years.
That moment is what sticks out to me the most, because in those five minutes that I stood there, I was the only American person in a sea of Japanese people. It may not seem significant to anyone else, but to me, in that moment, it really helped me to understand where I was, who I was and what I wanted to gain from my experiences in Japan.
To say it was an eye-opening experience would be an understatement. I would probably describe it as ‘soul-shattering.’ It left such an impression on me, that after it was over, I had to turn my music off. I always listen to music, but after this experience I put my headphones in my bag, and returned to my dormitory in silence, analyzing and trying to understand all the emotions I had felt.
Today’s Daily Prompt:
You get to choose one superpower. Pick one of these, and explain your choice:
- the ability to speak and understand any language
- the ability to travel through time
- the ability to make any two people agree with each other