Time keeps ticking away, but what will you take away from time?

I keep meeting these important people. You know the ones? So much to do, people to see, places to go. No time to stop and look around. No time to see what's in front of them, behind them, above them. Disconnected and numb. Too busy to ask themselves... am I happy? Why am I doing what I'm doing? Who am I doing this for? Running around in circles, achieving one small goal after another, after another. Eating, drinking, working, sleeping, eating drinking, drinking, fucking, sleeping, working, working, working!

I saw this writing piece years ago that has stuck with me...

How have you spent your dash?

A man stood to speak at the funeral of a friend. He referred to the dates on the tombstone from the beginning to the end. He noted that first came the date of birth, and spoke the following date with tears, but he said what mattered most of all was the dash between those years.
1948 - 2001 for that dash represents all the time spent alive on earth...and now only those who loved that person 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 and what you can rearrange. If we could just slow down enough to consider what's true and real, and try to understand how other people feel. And be less quick to anger, and show appreciation more and love the people in our lives like we've 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 is being read with your life's actions to rehash...will you be proud of the things they say about how you spent your dash? (Anon)

Disposable Words

You and all your words.
They roll from your tongue with elusive ease.
Magnificent words.
Words of lust, false love.
Meaningless words.
Cruel, taunting words.
Filled with mockery and spite.
Take care with your disposable words.

Ode To Lust

You came into my life like a firecracker
Loud and bright interrupting the night
Your fire warmed my body, relit my senses
Rushed through my mind, illuminated my heart
I'm grateful for your flaming light
If only for a summer's night