"Tucked away in our subconscious is an idyllic vision. We see ourselves
on a long trip that spans the continent. We are traveling by train. Out the
windows we drink in the passing scene of cars on nearby highways, of children
waving at the crossings, 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
But uppermost in our minds is the final destination. On a certain day,
at a certain hour, we will pull into the station. Bands will be playing
and flags will be waving. Once we get there, so many wonderful dreams will
come true and the pieces of our lives will fit together like a completed
jigsaw puzzle. How restlessly we pace the aisles, damning the minutes for
loitering -- waiting, waiting, waiting for the station.
'When we reach the station, that will be it!' we cry. 'When I'm 18!' 'When
I buy a new 450 SL Mercedes Benz!' 'When I put the last kid through college!'
"When I have paid off the mortgage!' 'When I get a promotion!' 'When I reach
the age of retirement, I shall live happily ever after!'
Sooner or later we must realize there is no station, no one place to arrive
at for once and for all. The true joy of life is the trip. The station is
only a dream. It constantly outdistances us. It isn't the burdens of today
that drive us mad. It is the regrets over yesterday and the fear of tomorrow.
Regret and fear are twin thieves who 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."
-- Author Unknown
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