Years ago I read an essay by Robert Hastings called The Station. It made such an impression on me that last week when I made this picture of my granddaughter, I thought about the essay and decided to re-read it. It was every bit as good as I rememered. Basically it compares life to being on a train and says that often we get so busy trying to reach our destinations (goals) that we lose sight of the joy of our journey. Here’s a short excerpt.
“Yes, when we reach the Station, that will be it!” we promise ourselves. “When we’re eighteen. . . win that promotion. . . put the last kid through college. . . buy that 450SL Mercedes-Benz. . . have a nest egg for retirement!” From that day on we will all live happily ever after. Sooner or later, however, we must realize there is no Station in this life, no one earthly place to arrive at once and for all. The journey is the joy. The Station is an illusion–it constantly outdistances us. Yesterday’s a memory, tomorrow’s a dream. Yesterday belongs to a history, tomorrow belongs to God. Yesterday’s a fading sunset, tomorrow’s a faint sunrise. Only today is there light enough to love and live.So stop pacing the aisles and counting the miles. Instead, swim more rivers, climb more mountains, kiss more babies, count more stars. Laugh more and cry less. Go barefoot oftener. Eat more ice cream. Ride more merry-go-rounds. Watch more sunsets. Life must be lived as we go along. The Station will come soon enough.
Are you enjoying your journey? Are you relishing the moments? I try to, but often find myself feeling more like I’m in a race than on a journey.
Today I am not going to run; I’m going to stroll leisurely. I’m going to smell the roses (in someone else’s rose garden-I can only grow weeds) and I am going to give thanks for my journey and to my father in heaven from whom all blessings flow!