Relish the Moment children, windows, passing, plant, power

relish the moment                      tuckeawayinoursubconsciousness is an idyllic vision.wow power leveling 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 on 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 the uppermost in our minds is the final destination. on a certain day at a certain hour, we will pull into the station. wow power levelingbands will be playing and flags waving. wow power levelingonce we reach there, so many wonderful dreams will come true and the pieces of our lives will be fit together like a completed jigsaw puzzle. how restlessly we pace the aisles, damning the minutes loitering, waiting, waiting, waiting for the station.  "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 my last kid through collage", "when i have paid off the mortgage", "when i get a promotion", "when i reach the age of the retirement, i shall live happily ever after."  sooner or later, we must realize that there is no station, no one place to arrive at once and for all. the true joy of life is the trip.wow power levelingwow power leveling the station is only a dream. it constantly outdistances us.  "relish the moment" is a good motto, especially when coupled withe the 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 tommorrow. reget and fear are twin thieves who rob us of today.  so stop pacing the aisles and counting the miles. wow power levelinginstead, climb more mountains, eat more icecreams, go barefoot more often, swim more rivers, watch more sunsets, laugh more and cry less. life must be lived as we go along. then the station will come soon enough. i first heard this story a few years ago from a girl i had met in new york's greenwich village. probably the story is one of those mysterious bits of folklore that reappear every few years, to be told a new in one form or another. however, i still like to think that it really did happen, somewhere, sometime.