Check, check, check this. This is Marty's Minute Audio Podcast. Whoa. In the past year, I've spent a lot of time traveling to New York to work with the MTA on their journey to a more reliable operation.
Now, like most New Yorkers, I ride the train to get to work when I'm there. The other day, as I was looking out the window of the train, I was reminded of a poem I read back in college that I would like to share with you. I'd like to know more what you guys think. It's called The Station by Robert Hastings.
Tucked away in our subconscious mind is an idyllic version in which we see ourselves on a long journey that spans an entire continent. We're traveling by train, and from the windows, we drink in the passing scenes of cars on nearby highways of children waving acrossings of cattle grazing in distant pastures, of smoke pouring from power plants, of row upon row of cotton, corn, and wheat, of flatlands and valleys of city skylines and village halls. What I'd most in our conscious mind is our final destination. For a certain hour on a given day, our train will finally pull into the station with bells ringing, flags waving, and bands playing.
And once that day comes, so many wonderful dreams will come true. So relentlessly, we pace the aisles and count the miles, peering ahead, waiting, waiting, waiting for the station. Yes, when we reach the station, that will be it. We promise ourselves.
When we're 18, we're gonna win that promotion, put that kid through college, buy that Mercedes-Benz, have an estate for retirement. From that day on, we will all live happily ever after. Sooner or later, however, we must realize there is no station in life, no one earthly place to arrive at once and for all. The journey is the joy.
The station is an illusion. It constantly outdistends us. Yesterday's a memory, tomorrow's a dream, and yesterday belongs to history. Tomorrow belongs to God.
Yesterday's a fading sunset, tomorrow's a faint sunrise, and only today is their light enough to love and live. So gently close the door on yesterday and throw the key away. It isn't the burden of today that drives men mad, but rather the regret over yesterday and the fear of tomorrow. Regret and fear are twin thieves will rob us of today.
Relish the moment is a great motto, especially when coupled with Psalms at 118-24, this is the day which the Lord has made, we will rejoice and be glad in it. So stop pacing the aisles, counting the miles. Instead, swim more rivers, climb more mountains, kiss more babies, count more stars, laugh more and cry less, go barefoot more often, eat more ice cream, ride more merry-go-rounds, watch more sunsets, life must be lived as we go along, the station will come soon enough. Enjoy the journey.
Until next time, I'm Marty. Take care. Good night.