I found this question in: "How to be a Wildflower" by Katie Daisy. (I wouldn't have ordered it if they had changed the title by using "Wall" instead of "Wild" :-)
Honestly: I cannot answer this interesting question.
Coming back to Bavaria yesterday, I felt so alive!
Despite a remarkable journey by train - we left Berlin at 12:05, should arrive at Nuremberg at 14:48, then I have to wait 56 minutes - YES --- and then the little red train - TOOOT! - drives me in about 25 minutes to my destination.
That was the plan.
The Deutsche Bahn - formerly an international envied Technical Marvel of Punctuality - has changed its image drastically: from boring conservative to youthful spontaneity - but "Go with the flow!" can become a bit tedious with lots of luggage and No Flow.
We arrived at Nuremberg 20 minutes late - during the ride they informed us that in Halle they "had to remove" a woman from the train by police - the woman had shown a forged doctor's certificate to avoid having to wear a mask.
Later we lost another 12 minutes - without a given reason, though we were informed that near Bamberg an overhead wire might be damaged.
When you know you have 56 minutes waiting time you are not troubled by 20 minutes delay - thus I could fully bestow my empathy on those poor travellers who had to reach a train to Zurich (Swiss) or Wien (Austria).
With Giovanni Della Casa, Galateo, or, The Rules of Polite Behaviour, 1558 in my mind (thank you, Pipistrello!) at the exit I even politely offered the young man who queued behind me: "If you want you can leave first - I have time. " "Ladies first", he answered gallantly, and I suspected that he had used the 20 minutes to read page 61 intensely too.
So: I had earned a Karma-point, I hoped. You guess: Lila, the Hindu goddess, laughed.
In the Nuremberg Central Station
there was chaos: the damaged overhead wire had stopped almost every rail traffic.
No little red train. No way to reach my destination.
Standing beside this huge building site (they build something in front of the left wing of the central station since I can remember)
I called my son.
To make a long story short: he saved me, arrived accompanied by The Three Graces, who enjoyed the ride immensely, sitting in their new children's seats (one barefoot, one with one shoe, one in socks - you might be able (though I doubt it) how long it takes to put on socks and shoes to the feet of very lively young women who just became gorgeous two years old).
So: here I am. back in Bavaria - in my little Apartment With a View - and am HAPPY.
Though I am happy in Berlin too - in that melting pot of everything.
So: I cannot answer the question above.
And, come to think of it: Why should I? One of the big lessons I still try to learn is the Buddhist wisdom: "Thou shall not judge."
I try.