Life is a progress, and not a station.

Arrivals turn out to be brief. Every settled point you reach becomes ordinary within weeks and then becomes the place you are starting from, which reads as a cruel trick or a decent design depending on the day. Expecting a station invites disappointment at exactly the moment you ought to be pleased with yourself.

When you get somewhere you were aiming at, take the satisfaction properly before the next thing begins. Then hold the arrival lightly, because it was always going to be a stage rather than a destination.