Of course this is the way the worst day of your life ends, with you six stops past your own on the subway because you fell asleep. This is the last train before the subway reopens in the morning, there’s a torrential downpour outside, and you don’t have any money for a cab. After a day in which your power was turned off, you’ve lost your job, been dumped by your girlfriend, discovered that a misfiling in your taxes has resulted in you owing the IRS $2134.00, oh, and you found out your parents are getting a divorce, this is the last thing you needed. This adds insult to injury. Perhaps it is just a fitting conclusion, par for the course, the only way a story like this would end, barring a twist ending. The only prospect to look forward to is the miserable, wet, cold walk back to your apartment, the one for which the rent is already past due even before finding out you are no longer gainfully employed. Time to get off at the next stop and start the trek.
Or is it?
Maybe it isn’t time to get off and walk home on your achingly tired feet after all. Maybe, in the midst of a day as shitty as this one, the best course of action is to stay on the subway, to ride deeper into the heart of the unknown. If ever there was a time for new beginnings, this is one of those times now. You know what’s waiting for you back there, in your empty apartment, fighting your way through the horrible weather just to slump down on your couch in the dark, left alone with your brooding thoughts about everything that has gone wrong. Perhaps instead it is time to let the speeding train pull you farther away from all the familiar bullshit that has gone wrong today. You’re alone in the car, rushing beneath the sleeping city above you, and that seems as good a place as any for an adventure to begin. Isn’t this always how great adventure stories begin? Our protagonists never begin with the greatest day of their lives. It must begin with failure, some inciting action, to thrust our hero or heroine out of the comfortable and known and into the mysterious wilderness. Maybe missing your stop was exactly the stroke of luck you needed. Just sit tight, keep your eyes open, and wait for your cue, because life begins now. Time to sally forth, onto treasure, and glory, and triumph.