Too busy? Too much on your plate? Here’s your wakeup call

We all have a tendency to lose perspective in our lives. We allow ourselves to become victimized by pressures and incessant demands. Days come and days go, as we keep saying, “tomorrow I’ll relax.” Life is too precious to rationalize away with mindless compulsive striving. If you’ve never read the poem, Dust If You Must, then please take a minute to read it. Then after you’re done, take another minute and decide how you want to spend your day.

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 ’round again.

Dust if you must, but bear in mind,

Old age will come and it’s not always kind.

And when you go and go you must,

You, yourself, will make more dust.

Author unknown