You’re telling me that birds don’t fly,
How can it be that you love her?
You also think you know life. You stand on the edge of things and watch it go by, but you’re not living it. Not really. Just a tourist. A ghost. And you see it. Really see it. It gets under your skin and lives inside you. There’s no escape, there’s nothing to be done and you know what? It’s good, it’s a good thing. And that’s all i have to say about it. James Cook (Skins Rise)
I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend… He referred to the dates on his tombstone from the beginning… to the end. He noted that first came his date of birth and spoke the following date with tears, but he said what mattered most of all was the dash between those years. For that dash represents all the time that he spent alive on earth… and now only those who loved him know what that little line is worth. For it matters NOT, how much we own; the cars… the house… the cash, what matters is how we live and love and how we spend our Dash. So think about this long and hard… are there things you’d like to change? For you never know how much time is left, that can still be rearranged. If we could just slow down enough, to consider what’s true and real, and always try to understand the way other people feel. And be less quick to anger, and show appreciation more and love the people in our lives like we never loved before. If we treat each other with respect, and more often wear a smile… remembering that this special dash might only last a little while. So, when your eulogy’s being read with your life’s actions to rehash… would you be proud of the things they say about how you spent your Dash?