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Fw: Soup Time! really good!
[ Thread ][ Subject ][ Author ][ Date ]Lawrence A. Parker/OCCTI
Thu, 16 Sep 1999 22:41:35 -0400
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
"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 118:24: "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 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.