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Hello highle listeners. Do you ever want to study English but think I just don't have time today? >> Yes, that's exactly why today's lesson is a little bit different. This is a motivational story for students in English. >> So no textbooks, no long study sessions, just a short story to help you relax and immerse yourself in English. >> Yeah. In about 10 to 15 minutes, you'll hear some natural English and train your ears to understand it a bit more easily. And if you enjoy learning this way, you can also check out our English stories book with many more stories to help you improve your listening and reading skills at the same time. >> A few years ago, I had a train journey that started out completely ordinary but ended up staying in my mind much longer than I expected. I was traveling from London to Manchester for a work meeting. And it was one of those quiet weekday mornings when most people on the train were either working on laptops or staring out the window with a coffee in their hands. I found my seat, placed my bag under the table, and settled in for the 2-hour journey. My plan was simple. Answer a few emails, review my notes for the meeting, and hopefully relax a little bit before arriving. At that point, the trip just felt like another routine part of a busy work week. A few minutes before the train left the station, a man walked down the aisle and stopped beside my seat. He looked to be in his late 60s, maybe early 70s, wearing a simple jacket and carrying a small leather bag that looked well used. He checked the number above the seat and smiled politely. "I believe this one's mine," he said, pointing to the empty seat beside me. "Of course," I replied, moving my bag slightly to give him more space. He sat down carefully and placed his bag under the table, then looked around the train as if we were taking in the atmosphere of the journey. For the first 20 minutes or so, we didn't say much to each other. I opened my laptop and started reading through a few emails while he looked out the window at the countryside slowly passing by. Occasionally, the train would pass a small village or field full of sheep, and he would nod quietly to himself, as if he enjoyed watching the landscape. Eventually though, he turned slightly toward me and said, "Do you travel this route quite often?" I closed my laptop for a moment and nodded. "Quite a bit, actually," I said. "Mostly for work." He smiled and said, "I used to do the same thing years ago, always rushing somewhere for meetings." There was something relaxing about the way he spoke, as if he'd already lived through that busy stage of life, and no longer felt the same pressure. We began talking casually about travel, work, and the cities we'd both visited over the years. It was the sort of polite conversation you often have with strangers on a train. Friendly, but not particularly deep. Still, I noticed that he had a thoughtful way of listening, as if he genuinely enjoyed hearing other people's stories. After about half an hour, the conversation drifted towards the topic of work and careers. I mentioned that the meeting I was traveling to felt quite important and that I'd been preparing for it all week. He listened carefully and then asked a simple question. "Do you enjoy it?" he said. At first, I assumed he meant the meeting itself. So I laughed and said, "Well, I wouldn't say I enjoy meetings." But he shook his head gently and said, "No, I mean the work, the thing you spend most of your days doing." His question caught me slightly off guard because it wasn't something that I'd been thinking about recently. Like many people, I'd been focused on deadlines, projects, and responsibilities rather than stepping back to consider whether I actually enjoyed the work itself. I paused for a moment and thought about how to answer. I suppose I do, I said slowly. It's interesting work and it keeps me busy. The man nodded, but didn't say anything for a few seconds as if he were carefully choosing his next words. Then he leaned back slightly in his chair and said something that I didn't expect. You know, he began, I spent almost 30 years working in a job that kept me very busy. I traveled constantly, attended meetings like the one you're going to today, and I always felt like I had something important to do. But one day, I realized something surprising. I looked at him with curiosity. What was that? I asked. He smiled gently and looked out of the window before answering. I realized that being busy and being happy aren't always the same thing. >> After the man said that, something about the conversation shifted. Up until that moment, we had just been having the sort of polite small talk that happens on trains all the time. People talk about where they're going, what they do for work, and how often they travel. But those conversations usually disappear from your memory by the end of the day. This one felt different. When he said that being busy and being happy weren't always the same thing, it caught me slightly off guard. I found myself genuinely curious about what he meant. So, I turned toward him and asked, "What made you realize that?" The man thought about the question for a moment before answering. He looked out the window at the countryside passing by and smiled slightly, as if remembering something from many years earlier. for most of my life. He said, I believe that success meant staying busy and constantly moving forward. He explained that he had spent decades building a career that kept him traveling, attending meetings, and managing responsibilities that always seemed urgent at the time. "I thought that if I just worked harder and stayed productive, everything else would eventually fall into place," he said. But over the years, he slowly began to notice that something important was missing. It wasn't that my life was unhappy, he continued. It was simply very full of activity. He explained that his schedule had been packed with work, yet there was rarely time for simple things like long conversations with friends, quiet hobbies, or moments where he could simply sit and think. One day, he told me he was traveling on a train very much like the one we were sitting on. As he looked out the window, he suddenly asked himself a question that surprised him. When was the last time I slowed down long enough to actually enjoy the journey? He said. The way he said that sentence made it feel like something he had thought about many times since then. There was no bitterness in his voice, just a calm kind of understanding that seemed to come from experience. The strange thing, he said with a quiet laugh, is that nothing dramatic happened to make me realize it. There wasn't some huge life event or crisis. It was just a moment of honesty with myself. He explained that once he began noticing how quickly time was passing, he started making small changes in the way he lived. For the rest of the train journey, we talked about that idea. He told me that success can mean many different things depending on how you measure it. Some people measure success by money, others by achievements or titles. But he had slowly come to believe that success was really about how you spent your time. "Time is the only thing you can never earn back," he said. "Once a day is gone, it belongs to the past forever." When the train finally began slowing down as we approached Manchester, the man gathered his small bag and stood up. Before stepping into the aisle, he turned back toward me with the same calm smile he had when he first sat down. "Good luck with your meeting," he said. Then he added one last thought. Just remember that work is important, but it shouldn't be the only thing that makes your days meaningful. >> Wow. Okay, that's really interesting to think about. I feel like that was quite inspiring and gave me something to think about later. >> So, did this story help you relax and practice your listening? If it did, please comment below motivational story in English and let us know if you'd like to hear more stories like this. Yes, we'll see you soon for our very next story in English here on High Level Listing. Bye-bye.