Dirt

The holiday season makes me overly emotional, I'm not sure why.  But I do know that a big part of it comes from too much stress and not enough sleep.  Yes... Big Box stores are open Thanksgiving, and yes, I'll be working my normal schedule.  So much for a holiday to spend with family.  Maybe that's a part of the emotions running higher than normal as well.

Today, the song "Dirt" by Florida Georgia Line has caused some tears.

"You know you came from it, and someday you'll return to it."

We all feel our mortality from time to time.  Sometimes more often than others.  None of us knows the number of our days on Earth.  But they're not infinite.  Think back to when you were in your 20s .... the thought didn't cross our minds very often back then.  But now, at 55, I think of it more than before. Sometimes it scares me that I'm thinking of it.... is it the Universe trying to tell me something I should be knowing?  Telling me so that I'm doing what needs to be done before my time is up?

I still think I have 20 years here on Earth, but ... what will I accomplish in that time?  What things need to be done, to be said, to be thought about, before that time comes?   Like a good Boy Scout, I want to be prepared!

"Makes you wanna build a 10-percent down
white picket fence on this dirt."

You mix some sweat with it,
... dirt ...
you know you came from it,
... dirt ...
and someday you'll return to it.
... dirt ...