A small boy and a star

A small boy looked at a star And began to weep-Boy why are you weeping?And the boy said,-You are so far away-I will never be able to touch you.And the star answered,-Boy if I were not already in your heart-You would not be able to see me.--John Magliola--The Life station
Tucked  away  in  our  subconscious  is  an idyllic vision. We are traveling by train -out the windows, we drink in the passing scenes of  children  waving  at  a  crossing,  cattle grazing on a distant hillside, row upon row of  corn  and  wheat,  flat lands  and  valleys, mountains  and  rolling  hillsides  and  city skylines."When we reach the station, that will be it!" we cry. "When I'm 18." "When I buy a new 450  SL  Mercedes  Benz!"  "When  I  put  the last kid through college." "When I have paid off    the    mortgage!"    "When    I    get    a promotion."  "When  I  reach  retirement,  I shall live happily ever after!"Sooner  or  later,  we  realize  there  is  no station, no one place to arrive. 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, especially    when    coupled    with    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 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.-Robert J. Hastings Never regret yesterday, life is in you today and you will make your tomorrow.-L. Ron Hubbard