Relish the Moment

 Tucked away in our subconsciousness is an idyllic vision. We see ourselves on a long trip 
that spans the continent. We are travelling by train. Out the windows, we drink in the 
passing scene of cars on nearby highways, of children waving on 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 the 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 waving. Once we reach 
there, so many wonderful dreams will come true and the pieces of our lives will be fit 
together like a completed jigsaw puzzle. How restlessly we pace the aisles, damning the 
minutes 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 
450SL Mercedes Benz", "When I put my last kid through collage", "When I have paid off the 
mortgage", "When I get a promotion", "When I reach the age of the retirement, I shall live 
happily ever after."  Sooner or later, we must realize that there is no 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.  "Relish the moment" is a good motto, especially when coupled withe the 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. It is the regrets over yesterday and the fear of 
tommorrow. Reget 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 
icecreams, go barefoot more often, swim more rivers, watch more sunsets, laugh more and cry 
less. Life must be lived as we go along. Then the station will come soon enough. < Previous Post Next Post >