Live in the moment

Tucked away in our subconscious is an idyllic version, we are on a long trip that spans mountains.

We are traveling on the train. Out windows, we drink by the passing scene of car on the nearby highway, of cattle grazing on the distant hillside, of children waving on the crossing, of smoke pouring from the power plant, of row upon of corn and wheat, of mountains and rolling hillside, of city skylines and village halls.

But uppermost in our mind is the final destination. On a certain day at a certain hour, we will pull ourselves into the station, bands will be playing and flags waving, once we get there, so many of wonderful dream will come true, and pieces of our lives will fit together like a jigsaw puzzle. How restlessly we pace the aisles, damning the minutes for loitering and waiting, waiting for the next station.

“When we reach the final station that will be it”

“When I left home and boarded on the train for study at the first time”

“When I encountered to my first love”

“When I graduated from college”

“When I got my first job and a promotion later”

And so,

“When could I afford to a new 450SL Mercedes Benz?”

“When could I pay off the mortgage?”

“When could I put my last children through the college?”

“When I reach the age of retirement I should live happily ever after”

However, the point is that how many hours still belong to me after all, at that time?

Sooner or later, we will recognize that it is no station; it is no place for arrival at once and for all, the true joy of life is on the trip, the so called station is only a dream, it constantly outdistances us.

It is not the burden today that drives man mad, it is the regret over yesterday and fear of tomorrow, regret and fear are two twin thieves that rub us of today.

So stop pacing the aisles and counting the miles, instead climbing more mountains, swimming more river, go barefoot more often, eat more ice and corn, smile more and cry less, the life should be lived as we go along.