Your dash

Everyone has a dash. It starts the very day you are born and ends the day you die. They are all different, like snow flakes or finger prints. Each unique and as varied as the person who bares it. It's the DNA that was is your life.

For those of you that are looking on your person for a dash, maybe you should not procreate.

Life experiences dictate what your dash ultimately becomes. If you don't accept what you are, your dash will try and mimic someone else. You know what? you are you, I am me. How many of us spend years or even our entire dash trying to be something other than what we are? I have. If you are honest with yourself, you will have to agree.

God made me in His image. I suppose He would know what he is doing. But we tend listen more to the world around us as opposed to the world Creator. We then become what we were not meant to be. When we do that, we cheat ourselves and the world. If we were all the same, life would be boring, and we would really be like ants. Going through life setting up the next generation with what we did and living off the previous.

I've heard some interesting dashes, maybe that's why I enjoy talking with older people. The stories you hear! And remember the greatest generation? Those warriors from the past that gave their all with what they had to once again put tyranny down. They had interesting dashes, stories we will never hear. Most didn't talk about what they did. They did what they had to do, came home and took up life.
They are leaving us now at an accelerated rate. The dashes are all they leave behind.

I will continue working on my dash. I want it to be a long one. One that is interesting to me. If you are reading this, our dashes have probably crossed, or maybe collided. But we survived it and our dashes continued.

I miss some people who had their dashes shortened by either illness or stupid. Perhaps both. But they will be in my memory until the day my dash ends. On that day, I want a celebration of what my dash was. Of what was overcome and what was a success. Not a day of talking about unfinished books, cluttered garages or vacations not taken.

It is after all, MY dash!