Don't Go Chasing Ashes

All of us are dying. 

Every minute of every day, another piece of us fades away and settles to the ground. Pieces of us that once made us who we were burn up and fall off as soon as they’ve served their purpose. 

I think unhappiness comes from chasing-

From following the flakes of ash that drift off into the wind because we’ve grown attached to the burning logs we spent so much time carefully arranging. 

But logs come and go, fire burns and I’d rather sit and feel the warmth of a flame than go chasing after floating ashes. 

Change is inevitable. 

Beautiful too; if you allow it to be-

And considering our days here are numbered I suggest you spend less of them running in circles and more of them standing still long enough to watch the world move all around you. 

You could catch things you’d otherwise miss…

The first time a child smiles, 

The last leaf of a tree fluttering to the floor

Perhaps even a shooting star.

Money matters but it doesn’t mean much. 

Butter is soft and melts better with brown sugar- 

And I promise, 

You’ll be much warmer sitting still beside burning wood than you ever could 

Running after yesterday's kindling.