Tucked away in our subconsciousis an idyllic vision.We see ourselves on a long trip that spans the continent.We are traveling by train.Out the windows,we drink in the passing scene of cars on nearby highways,of children waving at crossing,of cattle grazingon 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 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 relentlessly we pace the aisles,damning the minutes for loitering_waiting for the station
"When we reach the station,that will be it" we cry.when I am 18. ""when I buy a new RANGE ROVER SPORT,When I put the last kid on collage." When I have built a house!" "When I get promotion." "When I reach the age of retirement,I shall live happily ever after"
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 CONSISTENTLY OUT DISTANCE US."Relish the moment",is a motto.IT ISN'T THETHE BURDEN OF TODAY THAT DRIVE MEN MAD.IT IS THE REGRETS OVER YESTERDAY AND THE FEAR OF TOMOROW.regret and fear are the twin thieves who rob us of today.so stop pacing the aisles and counting the miles........,instead,laugh more,Cry less,life must be lived as we go along.THE STATION WILL COME SOON ENOUGH.
BY ROBERT J HASTINGS

You only live once,enjoy it while it last,good morning