Running with the wolves…

The traffic was thick driving home from work yesterday. Freeways backed up with hundreds of people rushing to their destination, carried in their metal time capsule, transported from one point to the another. Impatient, tailgating, no consideration for the well being and endangerment of others, people appeared rushed and stressed to the max. Mind you, that growing up on the autobahn in Germany, it is by no means that I am a slow driver, but most days I’m just no longer in a rush. I sight-see to witness the beauty around me vs rushing through it. I leave myself enough time to get to where I need to go, which also gives me the patience to deal with delays. I guess you could say that I have learned to take time to smell the flowers while speed will always be a part of my DNA that is required to be unleashed from time to time. I was surrounded by life, by hundreds of people and yet I felt alone. Everybody was in their cars, staring straight ahead with the most stern and serious of looks you could imagine. At one point I felt like a was stuck in a race against robots incapable of feelings, programmed to reach their goal and destination without human emotions. Who would be the winner, the most desensitized, the least caring? I sensed the stress levels rising while anxiety was cutting out everything, allowing the freeway to become an electrified, buzzing web of “Lifeless life”. I was waiting for lightning rods to struck the ground at any second, but of course nothing happened other than me feeling as if the life was being choked out of me.

What would happen if I made eye contact with the driver next to me? He chose not to pay any attention or notice me and had completely tuned me out. Perhaps on purpose to mind his business, to not draw any attention and avoid ticking someone off. My mind could entertain the simplest of subjects all day long and after all you heard people getting killed in road rage incidents every day. My mind was drifting with nothing else to do. Same with the next car and the next as we sat in bumper to bumper traffic. What would happen if I smiled and waived back at a stranger? Could a smile make someone’s day or was it something too far fetched to even imagine in today’s world. Maybe people would think I had gone mad, but then on the other hand, I had always loved the surprise factor and the unexpected. Go ahead and think that I can’t do something and give me the greatest motivation to prove you wrong. You will also find my face when it comes to doing things out of the ordinary as I am somewhat of my own trailblazer. But was this just my opinion or was it the sad truth of how little regard and consideration most show when it comes to the life of other people? Maybe I would find myself pleasantly surprised and receive a smile back. And maybe it’s just an observation that doesn’t require giving up on humanity just yet. It was a moment of letting my mind wander, free to entertain the possibilities that I knew stemmed based of the impacts of recent events.

I can’t deny that I felt a certain human detachment in those moments on the freeway, the distance and coldness fueled by the lack of care and compassion that I have seen and witnessed over and over. Not that I’m saying we all should waive at each other all the time. That humanity is saved based on acknowledging each other on the freeway, even though I do believe that a smile can go a long, long way and can make someone’s day. I have a choice and I will take this as a mere reminder to slow down and put in perspective what truly matters. To continue to push towards my goals as I remember stage 7 in the steps of spiritual awakening and manifest the life that is in line with my highest self.

And so it is that yesterday reminded me of a beautiful poem, called “The Dash” written by Linda Ellis. It continues to shed perspective when the challenges of life carry me away. When I lose focus sand stress the little stuff that won’t matter in a year. When I need a reminder that the daily little things will end up to be the most important things in our lives some day, as they will all add up.

Today I want to bring perspective to my humble little blog and to you through this beautiful poem that made me pause and reevaluate a few things. It was life changing from the first time that I read it and I hope you enjoy and find your own wisdom between the lines.

The Dash
I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend.

He referred to the dates of her tombstone from the beginning….to the end.
He noted that first came the date of her birth and spoke of the following date with tears,

But he said what mattered most of all was the dash between those years.
For that dash represents all the time that she spent alive on earth

And now only those who loved her 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 that can still be rearranged.
If we could just slow down enough to consider what’s true and real

And always try to understand the way 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,

Would you be proud of the things they say about how you spent your dash?

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6 thoughts on “Running with the wolves…

  1. You never cease to amaze me with the soul behind those eyes. 🙂 I used to want to climb inside them and witness the storm that was going on inside. To see what made you tick… I’ve always been a fan of your vision. How you interpret what you see and what you feel. Through the years and now more so with this blog. I see a lot of those storms are behind you now and your growth game is as strong as your game face used to be… I say keep on trying to give those smiles away because you never know who needs one. I’m proud to call you my friend 🙂
    Love that song choice to by the way, and Ive never heard it. 🙂 It fits you

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    1. I’m so honored by your words, I don’t even know what to say. Your friendship has meant so much over the years and I think we both have seen each other grow and brave some storms over the years.
      One of the things I’m most grateful for is that we both still smile through it all and that we never turned bitter. And while we tolerate a lot, we have a spirit that can’t be caged and it is as rare as it is special to those who can recognize it.
      It is me who is proud to call you my friend and people like you are one in a million.
      Glad you liked the song…and yes I can relate to it and found it fitting. Music always talks…

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  2. What a beautiful way to start my morning! Ready to dash the dash outta life 😉 Thank you for posting that poem. We spend our time racing ahead or staring longingly at the past…never truly appreciating the right here and now moments…the in between moments. And Aurora is one of my favorite artists 😀 Have a beautiful day Wolf Sister!

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    1. And your comment and knowing that will just dash into your day will be the perfect end to my day.
      You are right and life can get pretty hectic. Many live in the past while others constantly look forward to the future, out of dissatisfaction with the current moment, the now. Reading Eckhart Tolles book “The power of now” was truly eye opening for me and has allowed me to keep the ego in check.
      Enjoy your day my twin sister ❤️

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  3. I love your “race against robots” analogy. I feel much the same when I drive on the autobahn. There is hardly any friendliness and acknowledgement on the streets. Courtesy, a friendly smile from the driver in the next car are a rare thing. I try to not get infected by other drivers aggressiveness, to drive “con calma”, as the Italians say. It gets easier as I get older 😉 Beautiful writing and a beautiful poem, my friend!

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    1. Thank you so much my friend, your words and feedback always make me smile while leaving me spoiled with compliments.
      It is true, life is so rushed here and the demands placed on people are higher than ever, desensitizing people while losing compassion and care for the next person. It does get easier with age lol and we will continue to do our part and surprise a total stranger with a smile here and there. 😉 hugs…

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