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we're passengers on a train.
>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 traveling 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 hills, 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 sill 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,
>damning 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.
>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 oftener, 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.
we're passengers on a train.
>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 traveling 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 hills, 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 sill 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,
>damning 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.
>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 oftener, 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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