Living the Dash
Walk in any cemetery and you’ll find headstones that read something like this:
Note the dash. What did John Smith do during all those years of his life?
What am I doing since my birth, and what about you?
We live. We make an impact.
Some of us create.
Some raise families.
Some sing, or write or act.
Life happens, and we move through it. Ah, but what is our contribution?
I’m not trying to cram into my dash as much as possible. Some do, and if that is their speed, then go and do.
Anymore, I’m going for quality. I’ll pause and smell a rose on Sunset as Carolyn and I walk along.
I’ll stop and enjoy a few bars of music coming from unexpected outdoor speakers.
I’ll smile and wave at small children and laugh at their giggles and smiles.
I’ll keep writing insights as they come along. I’m still searching for the idea for the blog heard ‘round the world.
I’ll keep living and breathing.
I’ll keep whispering “I love you” to CB.
I’ll keep saying words of hope and encouragement to those nearby.
And I’ll keep hoping. I’ll hope my fellow man and I can continue to get along. I’ll hope my government will rule wisely, with consideration for all of us.
And I’ll trust in the God of my understanding.
And when my dash ends …
Memories of something I’ve said, or written, or done, may linger in someone’s mind and keep me alive a few breaths longer.
P Michael Biggs