I lived in Holland and Beligum around 2000, and came across a poem called "Het Station" (The Station [No clue as to the Author or true Origins]). The message is absolutely beautiful and something I often refer to and talk about with my family as we run through this journey of life. I know this post isn't the average business theme, about how one "wake's up at 4am and reads 9 books, and then goes on long walks, after meditating for 7 hours, and closing out with 3 cold plunges", so bear with me 😉
"In our subconscious lies a vivid dream of a cross-continental journey by train. We envision scenes of life: highways bustling with cars, children waving at crossings, grazing cattle, billowing smokestacks, endless fields of crops, diverse landscapes, and urban skylines.
But our focus is on the journey's end, where celebrations await us. We fixate on milestones: turning 18, buying a car, educating our children, promotions, retirement, and building that muscle car, believing happiness lies in these achievements.
However, the stark truth is there is no final station, no ultimate destination. The real joy is in the journey itself, not an elusive endpoint. My mother lived by the motto, "Relish the moment," demonstrating daily selflessness. She knew today's burdens aren't our undoing; it's the regrets of yesterday and fears of tomorrow that steal our present.
Her example teaches us to stop counting miles and start living. Climb more mountains, be more spontaneous, enjoy nature, savor moments, laugh freely, and let go of sorrow.
Remember, it's our experiences, not material possessions, that weave the tapestry of our memories. Life unfolds in the journey, not the arrival."
We will arrive at the station.
(Translated by me and I added my own additions to it back in 2001).