What are you doing with your dash? I presume since you are reading this, you do not yet have a dash. Or, to be more precise, you do have a dash, but hopefully it is a dangling dash. The dash I speak of is that little straight line between the year you were born and the year you die. For instance, my dash I hope will be 1953 – 2073~yes I am planning on living 120 years. (That is why I can call myself middle-aged.) Apparently living to 120 is not all that far-fetched as long as I eat a lot of live culture yogurt and nuts and berries and keep to my walking routine (which is trying to keep up with my walking partner who walks very fast….)
Anyway, back to the dash. In 1996 a woman by the name of Linda Ellis wrote a poem called “The Dash” and it was picked up by a lot of funeral homes. Now there is quite a tight copyright on the poem as I guess she was none too happy that a lot of people were using her words without accreditation/payment. (Something I understand.) So I will not use her poem here except a short excerpt where she asks “would you be proud of the things they say about how you spent YOUR dash….?”
1. Be impeccable with your word.
2. Don’t take anything personally.
3. Don’t make assumptions.
4. Always do your best.
These are not easy ways to spend your life, but I cannot think of a better way to try and find my bliss than by at least trying to keep these agreements.
Do you think the four agreements are a way to find bliss?