The
Station
Tucked
away in our subconscious is an idyllic vision. We can see ourselves on
a long trip that spans the continent. We are traveling by train.
Out
the window 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.
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 restless 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 am 18." "When I
buy a new 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 be happy ever after."
Sooner
or later we must realize there is no station, no place to arrive once and
for all. The true joy of life is the trip. The station is only a dream.
It constantly outdistances us. "Relish the moment" is a good motto, especially
when coupled with psalm 118:24 "This the day which the Lord hath made;
Let us rejoice and be glad in it"
It
isn't the burdens of today that drive men mad, it is the regrets over yesterday
and the fears of tomorrow. Regret and fear are the 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, cry less. Life must be lived as we go along.
The
Station will come soon enough.
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