And so it is done.
I am no longer employed. I'm a full time world traveller. It's great to be alive.
Here was the message I sent to my former colleagues:
I want to thank you all for making my job here at Gavel & Gown that much more rewarding. While I am very excited about my adventures, I will miss the people who make it so special to work here.
As I go, I wanted to pass along a message to all of you:
Tucked away in our subconscious is an idyllic vision. We see ourselves on a
long trip that spans the continent. We are traveling by train. Out the
window we drink 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 and 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. 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 Mercedes Benz!" "When I put the last kid through
college." When the stock hits $30." When I reach the age of retirement, I
shall live happily ever after!"
Like Robert Hastings I have grown to appreciate that sooner or later, we
must realize there is no station, no one place to arrive at, once and for
all. The joy of life is the trip. The station is only a dream. It constantly
outdistances us.
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 I have decided to stop pacing the aisles and counting the
miles..... The station will come soon enough
Good luck and keep in touch,
Okay, I ripped it off - someone else already wrote this. If I knew who, I would give credit but I just thought it was amazing.
In fact, if it's you and you want credit - get in touch.
I am no longer employed. I'm a full time world traveller. It's great to be alive.
Here was the message I sent to my former colleagues:
I want to thank you all for making my job here at Gavel & Gown that much more rewarding. While I am very excited about my adventures, I will miss the people who make it so special to work here.
As I go, I wanted to pass along a message to all of you:
Tucked away in our subconscious is an idyllic vision. We see ourselves on a
long trip that spans the continent. We are traveling by train. Out the
window we drink 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 and 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. 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 Mercedes Benz!" "When I put the last kid through
college." When the stock hits $30." When I reach the age of retirement, I
shall live happily ever after!"
Like Robert Hastings I have grown to appreciate that sooner or later, we
must realize there is no station, no one place to arrive at, once and for
all. The joy of life is the trip. The station is only a dream. It constantly
outdistances us.
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 I have decided to stop pacing the aisles and counting the
miles..... The station will come soon enough
Good luck and keep in touch,
Okay, I ripped it off - someone else already wrote this. If I knew who, I would give credit but I just thought it was amazing.
In fact, if it's you and you want credit - get in touch.
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