The Train of Life
I remember as a kid how my friends and I would come up with these outrageous plans, goals, and things we wanted to accomplish before we leave this planet. Deep within us, we knew some of those goals were unrealistic but that didn’t stop us from thinking about them or at least wish they could come true…some day. Last week, I got the weirdest news about a former classmate of mine. While doing drills in attempt to join the local Sheriff department, he collapsed and died. He and I weren’t close at all, matter of fact, we hadn’t spoken in probably 8 years but we grew up together, we were both in the choir, he sang bass and I sung tenor. He was a very physical guy, he enjoyed running, playing football, soccer, wrestling and all kind of other physical activities.
It bothers me that he died while doing something he had done countless times in his life. The worst part is, he had been part of the National Guard before, yet if he did have a heart problem, no one had detected it. I wish his family strength and courage, especially his wife who just gave birth about a month ago. I hope she finds the strength to carry on; I feel bad for his two little ones who will never know their father. He was a good man, a very hard working man.
Piers Morgan asked Oprah if she had any regrets from all the things that had happened to her and she thought about it for a second and responded “I live for the present, I live for now”. Some folks ride the train of life looking out the rear, watching miles of life roll by and marking every year. They sit in sad remembrance of wasted days gone by, and curse their life for what it was and hang their head and cry. But I don’t concern myself with that, I followed Robert Frost’s advice and took a different vent, I look forward to what life holds and not what has been spent.
So strap me to the engine as securely as I can be, I want to be out in the front, to see what I can see. I want to feel the winds of change blowing in my face; I want to see what life unfolds as I move from place to place. I want to see what’s coming up, not looking at the past, life’s too short for yesterdays, it moves along too fast. So if the ride gets bumpy while you are looking back, go up front, and you may find your life has jumped the track.
It’s all right to remember, that’s part of history, but I’ve always felt like up front is where it’s all happening; there’s so much mystery. The enjoyment of living is not where we have been, it’s looking ever forward to another year and ten years beyond. It’s searching all the byways, never should you refrain, for if you want to live your life, you’ve gotta drive the train.