Pressure

So much pressure

to make something of ourselves,

to make the most out of our time,

to make more money,

create more impact,

spend less time dreaming...

And yet,

how bad would it be if we were remembered for nothing at all?

Except maybe, as Maya put it;

“how we made someone feel”

Could that be enough?

What if, tired of the reaching and the racing,

we dropped all those weighty ideas of making a mark and leaving a legacy,

and watched the boulders tumble down the hill?

How sweet it would feel—

hands out the car window riding the breeze~

We’d be cats reacting in real time, each moment creating the next,

minds free to just be.