I used to think
That because life is short
I should do more be more
squeeze more
into each and every day.
I’d walk around with a stick ruler
with increasing numbers
as the measure of fullness.
But lately
I’ve sensed a different response
to a lack of time.
Felt in my bones
The singular worth
of each passing moment.
Perhaps the goal is not to spend this day
Power skiing atop an ocean of multi-tasking.
Maybe the idea is to swim slower
surer
dive deeper
and really look around.
There is a difference between
A life of width
and a life of depth.
by Carrie Newcomer
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