looking out the window


Perfecting not perfection” is another example of the philosophy of focusing on the journey not the destination. The ‘The Station’ by Robert Hastings (thanks Danielle) echoes the embrace of failure of ever “arriving” and describes the hazards of dream bubbles for those who don’t…

  • 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 eighteen.’ ‘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 retirement, I shall live happily ever after!’ 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. ‘Relish the moment’ is a good motto, especially when coupled with Psalm 118:24 ‘This is the day which 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.”

The hazards of missing out on the blessings of the current day, the hazards of disappointment when the ‘station’ does not arrive. I do think that dreams are a good force. In proper dosage, they inject positivity into a dreary day and energise you for new possibilities. Certainly, if one spends one’s entire journey in a distant reverie, then you will certainly miss some gorgeous scenery along the way. The dreaming is part of the perfecting, part of the journey. You might not ever get “there”, to “the station, to “perfection”. But you will get somewhere which is much better than nowhere.