Driving out of Portland the city at dawn was magical. Then crossing the Columbia River on the road bridge, the water on fire with the rising sun, Mount St Helens waking up in the eastern horizon. On returning nine hours later after attending a funeral I saw only traffic! Driving focused on reaching the temple at a prearranged time I missed the journey. Even missing the yellow light signalling the car was close to running out of petrol! Then relaxing with a cup of tea this quote, attached to a tea bag.
Sometimes in life we become so focused on the finish line that we fail to enjoy the journey.
Dieter F. Uchtdorf