Author: Rhynes, J.D.

The Station
 
The other day, I was reposing on my favorite resting place, in my shop, next to a good hot wood stove, listening to the rain on the roof. When the weather is cold and stormy here on my mountain, I always seem to gravitate to the small couch by the stove, and before I nod off to a good winter's nap, my mind wanders off in several directions, and sometimes I am surprised at what I remember from days long gone. On this particular day, I got to wondering where my life was heading, although I have plans for the next year or so, they NEVER go the way we plan things. I was also musing over what subject I would write about for today's welcome message? Then, I remembered a short story that I had collected several years ago, that sort of tied things together in my mind that day. The more I thought about it, the more I knew that I had to share this great piece of writing with all of you folks out there in Bluegrass Land. Besides, I couldn't think of any interesting stories from my musical past, that I can print here this month. I have a ton of stories, but for this month, I thought this short story would really be appropriate. Here then, is the Station, by Robert J. Hastings.

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Tucked away in our subconscious is an idyllic vision. We see our selves on a long trip that spans the continent. We are traveling by train. Out the windows we drink in the passing scene of cars on nearby highways, of children waving at a crossing, of cattle grazing on a distant hillside, of smoke pouring out 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 uppermost in our minds is our final destination. On a certain day, at a certain hour we will pull into the station. Bands will be playing and flags waving. Once we get there so many wonderful dreams will come true, and the pieces of our lives will fit together like a completed jigsaw puzzle. How restlessly we pace the aisles, damning the minutes for 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 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 the age of 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. 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 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, and kiss slowly. Life must be lived as we go along. The station will come soon enough.
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I'd like to think that I try to live my life like this every day. So far, it's worked real good for me, and I hope that you folks enjoyed this story, and start living it every day too. Yer friend, J.D.Rhynes
 
Posted:  2/28/2008



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