We"re 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 from a power plant, of row upon row of corn ad wheat, of flatlands and valleys, of mountains and rolling hillsides, of city skylines and village halls.
But uppermost in our minds is the 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 buy a new 450SL Mercedes Benz!” “When I put our last kid through college.” “When I have paid off the mortgage!” “When I get a promotion.”
Sooner or later, we must realize 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.
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.
我们坐火车旅行。窗外,我们喝在现场附近的公路上的汽车,在一个十字路口挥手的孩童,远处山坡上吃草的牛群、源源不断地从电厂烟,一排排的小麦、玉米广告的平原和山谷、群山和起伏的山坡上,城市高楼大厦和村庄大厅。
然而我们心里想得最多的却是最终的目的地。在某一天的某一时刻,我们将到车站。迎接我们的将是乐队和飘舞的彩旗。一旦我们到达那里,很多美好的梦想成真,我们生活的碎片组合在一起就像一个完成拼图。可是我们在过道里,诅咒分钟闲逛,等着,等待着,等待着。
“当我们到达车站时,将它!“我们哭泣。“当我买了一辆新450 sl奔驰!”“当我把我们最后的孩子读完大学。”“当我还清抵押贷款!”“当我升职。”
迟早,我们必须认识到没有车站,没有一劳永逸地到达一个地方。生活是旅行的真正的快乐。车站只有一个梦想。它不断地超越我们。
所以停止徘徊于道路和计算距离。相反,爬更多的山,吃更多的冰淇淋,经常光着脚板儿溜达溜达,在更多的河流里畅游,多看看夕阳西下,多笑少哭,。生活必须生活。车站就会很快到达。
