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When we reach the station "That will be it!" we cry, "When I'm eighteen, when I buy a new Mercedes Benz, when I put the last kid through college, when I get a promotion, when I reach the age of retirement, then, I will 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, the station is only a dream that constantly outdistances us. |
So stop pacing the aisles and counting the miles. Instead, climb more mountains, eat more icecream, go barefoot more often, swim more rivers, watch more sunsets, laugh more, cry less. |
Robert Hastings |