Tucked away in our subconscious 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 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 hillsides, of city skylines and village halls.

But 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 get there, so many wonderful dreams will come true and the pieces of our lives will fit together like a completed jigsaw puzzle.

How restlessly we pace the aisles, damning the minutes for loitering —waiting, waiting, waiting for the station.

“When we reach the station, that will be it!” we cry.
“等我们到站的时,一切就都好了!” 我们呼喊着。

“When I’m 18.” “When I buy a new 450SL Mercedes Benz!”
“等我到了18岁的时候。” “等我买了一辆全新450SL奔驰的时候!”

“When I put the last kid through college.” “When I have paid off the mortgage!”
“等我供最小的孩子念完大学的时候。” “等我还清了抵押贷款的时候!”

“When I get a promotion.” “When I reach the age of retirement, I shall live happily ever after! ”
“等我升职的时候。” “等我到了退休的年龄,我将从此过上幸福的生活!”

Sooner or later, we must realize 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.

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.