I would describe myself as a deep thinker, a kind person with many layers. I like the finer things in life, I’m polite and speak eloquently. I find it hard to say no to people because I want to please, I’m conscientious and work hard and yet I worry about the way I’m perceived by others. Deep down, beneath all the layers, I have an adventurous soul.
I like to be outside. I like to travel. I like to explore. I would like nothing more than to dive into the ocean or ride a quad bike through the forest. Sometimes life gets in the way. Sometimes we are so consumed by daily routine, work and household chores that we forget what we really want. We forget why we’re here. I came across this poem on the internet today. It probed deep into my soul, grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me. It reminded me that life is short. It reminded me of who I am.
DUST IF YOU MUST
Dust if you must, but wouldn’t it be better,
To paint a picture or write a letter,
Bake a cake or plant a seed,
Ponder the difference between want and need?
Dust if you must, but there’s not much time,
With rivers to swim and mountains to climb,
Music to hear and books to read,
Friends to cherish and life to lead.
Dust if you must, but the world’s out there,
With the sun in your eyes, the wind in your hair,
A flutter of snow, a shower of rain,
This day will not come around again.
Dust if you must, but bear in mind,
Old age will come and it’s not kind,
And when you go – and go you must,
You, yourself, will make more dust.
What will you do today?