As the philosopher Ferris Bueller famously said, “Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it”.
You water and fertilize your lawn; you mow it. Rinse lather and repeat.
It snows and you shovel it. It snows and you shovel it.
Children grow up while you’re at the office, or away on a business trip.
Muscles wither away as you sit on your couch and watch Netflix.
Roses grow, blossom and wilt.
Someone once said that when you’re in the ground, on the wrong side of the grass, your tombstone will show the year you were born and the year you passed, separated by a hyphen: your entire life is expressed by that hyphen.
Make sure that hyphen matters. You only get one hyphen.
I really don’t care how your hyphen matters, but people in your circle do, and so should you.
I think (I know) that I’ve wasted some of my hyphen. I hope I don’t waste much more of it.
Do what Ferris Bueller advised—stop and look around once in a while.
Smell the roses. Your timesheet will still be there. I promise.