TUCKED AWAY in our subconscious minds is an idyllic vision. We see ourselves on a
long, long trip that almost spans the continent. We’re travelling by passenger train, and
out the windows we drink in the passing scene of cars on nearby highways, of children
waving at a crossing, of cattle grazing on a distant hillside, of smoke pouring from a power
plant, of row upon row of corn and wheat, of flatlands and valleys, of mountains and rolling
hillsides, of city skylines and village halls, of biting winter and blazing summer and
cavorting spring and docile fall.
But uppermost in our minds is the final destination. On a certain day at a certain hour we
will pull into the station. There will be bands playing and flags waving. And once we get
there so many wonderful dreams will come true. So many wishes will be fulfilled and so
many pieces of our lives finally will be neatly fitted together like a completed jigsaw
puzzle. How restlessly we pace the aisles, damming the minutes for loitering, waiting,
waiting, waiting for the station.
However, sooner or later we must realize there is no one station, no one place to arrive at
once and for all. The true joy of life is the trip. The station is only a dream. It constantly
outdistances us.
When we get to the station that will be it!” we cry. Translated it means, “When I’m 18 that
will be it! When I buy a new 450 SL Mercedes Benz, that will be it! When I put the last kid
through college that will be it! When I have paid off the mortgage that will be it! When I
win a promotion that will be it! When I reach the age of retirement that will be it! I shall live
happily ever after!”
Unfortunately, once we get “it,” then “it” disappears. The station somehow hides itself at
the end of an endless track.
“Relish the moment” is a good motto, especially when coupled with Psalm 118:24: “This is
the day which the Lord hath made, we will rejoice and be glad in it.” It isn’t the burdens of
today that drive men mad. Rather, it is regret over yesterday or fear of tomorrow. Regret
and fear are twin thieves who would rob us of today.
So, stop pacing the aisles and counting the miles. Instead, climb more mountains, eat
more ice cream, go barefoot more often, swim more rivers, watch more sunsets, laugh
more and cry less. Life must be lived as we go along. The station will come soon enough.

 

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