Making my dash count
A life to be remembered
Isn’t is strange how we live our whole lives and then, at the end of it all, we are remembered by nothing more than a dash?
1978 – 20??
That’s what ends up on our grave stones. The year we were born and the year we died. Separated only by a dash. And that dash represents our entire existence.
On the one hand, it reminds me how small I am. In the grand scheme of things, our lives are just a drop in the universe.
On the other hand it motivates me incredibly: I want to make my dash count.