Thoughts on "The Station"

Hank Mattimore
Reproduced with Permission

Many years ago, a writer by the name of Robert Hastings, wrote an essay he entitled "The Station."

The gist of the piece is that many of us go through the journey of life so impatient to arrive at our "station" that we forget to enjoy the trip. By our "station" he means that point in our lives when everything comes together for us. In Hasting's words, "When we reach the station, that will be it. When I'm 18, that will be it. When I put the last kid through college, that will be it. When I buy a new Mercedes-Benz, that will be it. When I have paid off my mortgage, that will be it. When I reach the age of retirement,that will be it. I shall live happily ever after."

Unfortunately, life isn't like that. Once we arrive at the station, once we get "it," it disappears. There is no one station, no one place to arrive at once and for all. As Hastings put it. "The true joy of life is the trip. The station is only a dream."

I don't know how old Robert Hastings was when he wrote this essay, but his words are ripe with the wisdom that comes with years of life experience. Forever looking beyond the now to some imagined time in the future is to cheat ourselves of the present moment. We may as well make the best of today because it's all we have.