Tucked away in our whimsical minds is a tranquil vision in which we see ourselves on a long flight that spans an entire continent.
We're traveling by magic carpet and, from the sky, we take in the passing scenes of children waving, of sheep grazing in distant pastures, of row upon row of corn and wheat, of rivers and valleys, of city skylines and church steeples.
But uppermost in our minds is our final destination, for at a certain hour and on a given day, our magic carpet ride will finally land with bells ringing, flags waving, and bands playing. And once that day comes, so many wonderful dreams will come true. Restlessly we count the miles, peering ahead, waiting, waiting, waiting to land.
"Yes, when we land, that will be it!" we tell ourselves. "When we're twenty-one... when I get that new job... when I get that new car... when I get married... when I retire. From that day on we will live happily ever after. Sooner or later, however, we must realize there is no magic carpet in this life, no one earthly place to land once and for all. The flight is the joy. The magic carpet ride is an illusion—it constantly outdistances us. Yesterday's a memory, tomorrow's a dream. Yesterday belongs to history, tomorrow belongs to God. Yesterday's a fading sunset, tomorrow's a faint sunrise. Only today is there flight enough to love and live.
"Relish the moment" is a good motto, especially when coupled with Psalm 118:24, "This is the day which the Lord hath made, let us rejoice and be glad in it." So stop counting the miles and wondering when you will land. Instead, swim more rivers, climb more mountains, give more hugs, count more stars. Laugh more and cry less. Fly more kites. Go barefoot. Eat pizza for breakfast. Life must be lived in the flight of the now.