THE STATION
    
Tucked away in our subconscious is an idyllic vision. We are  traveling by
train - out the windows, we drink in the passing scenes of children waving at
a crossing, cattle grazing on a distant hillside, row upon row of corn and
wheat, flatlands and valleys, mountains and rolling hillsides and city
skylines.  
 
But uppermost in our minds is the final destination. On a certain day, we will
pull into the station. Bands will be playing and flags waving.  Once we get
there, our dreams will come true and the pieces of our lives will fit together
like a completed jigsaw puzzle.
 
Restlessly we pace the aisles, damning the minutes - 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 450sl 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 retirement, I shall live happily ever after!"
 
Sooner or later, we realize there is no station, no one place to  arrive. 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
118.34: "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. 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, cry less.
 
Life must be lived as we go along.  The station will come soon enough.
   
 		  By Robert J. Hastings 
 		  from Condensed Chicken Soup for the Soul  
 		  Copyright 1996 by Jack Canfield, Mark 
 		  Victor Hansen & Patty Hansen



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