Recently, I attended a funeral and my mind wandered to its usual “morbid” place when I’m at one of these solemn events. I wondered about the dash between the deceased’s birth date and death date. What events took place in this person’s life that shaped them to be the person they came to be? What joys and pains did they experience? Were they able to travel to the places they dreamed about as a kid? Did they enjoy what they did for a living? Did they make a difference in the areas they wanted to leave an impression?
We are all on a limited-engagement basis on this big ol’ rock we call Earth. We all experience happiness, sadness, elation, depression, and a host of other emotions throughout the course of our lives— that dash between the ‘Born’ and the ‘Died’ on our tombstone. Some embrace the urgency of living life to the fullest within the allotted time we have, however long or short that may be; some of us choose to wallow in uncertainty and fear while the days fade into months, which disappear into years.
As for me, life is for living mezzo forte. But I don’t want a dash; I want a damn lightning bolt.
What does YOUR dash look like?