I left pension-land before it hooked me and so I am not fully aware of that terrain. But death is familiar to us all. We all know that we won't be on our deathbeds wishing we had worked more hours.

I think that as human beings we aspire to something more. We aspire to a potential that we hold as uniquely ours, our form, our particular AQAL Constellation. We have a one and only thumbprint and scars on our bodies from childhood and distinctive dental records and there is some part of us that longs to discover and then live out our particular unique-ness. And while we head into work each day, into our unique cubicle, our thumbprint seems somehow ignored. So, we hang up our preferred pictures of family members or pets or parents. Our walls and desktops become the place where we show what matters. That most important part of our office over in the corner by the window where we have framed pictures that our kids drew for us at age six. A beaded bracelet made by a beloved second grader. A miniature orange tree that produces real fruit. A blue ribbon stating World's Best Dad. And these mementos are tucked away, not broadcast, just silently sitting there. It is in code so only we can really know what it means. Family. Love. Friendship. Connection. This is why I do this. This is why I work so hard. A reminder that is unique and common to us all.

Tiptoe. Tiptoe.

I don't know what it would be like if we all had the means to follow our dreams. If we were each give a million dollars and told, "Go. Do something that you have been longing to do." What would we do? Would we blow it all on new cars, houses, planes, and jewellery? And then find some job that made us miserable again. Or would we sink into the terror of actually doing that which we have avoided doing our whole lives? Write that play. Work at that shelter. Become a stock broker. Join the circus. Open a coffee house. Trim trees. Help people find the right shoe size. Work at a hardware store.

What would it be?

Maybe if we all had the chance to pick what we wanted, we would end up swapping jobs and finding bliss. Maybe all the same jobs would be filled but everyone would be so thrilled to get up in the morning.

On the off chance that you can do what your heart has been screaming at you to do since the moment that you could remember silent screaming, I say, go do it. Don't tiptoe safely. Don't tiptoe at all. Step fully. Step on things if you have to. Fall down if you need to. But do it.

You have not grown old. It is not too late.

© Joanne Hunt

You See, I Want A Lotby Rainer Maria Rilke

You see, I want a lot. Perhaps I want everything:the darkness that comes with every infinite falland the shivering blaze of every step up.

So many live on and want nothing,and are raised to the rank of princeby the slippery ease of their light judgements.

But what you love to see are facesthat do work and feel thirst.

You love most of all those who need youas they need a crowbar or a hoe.

You have not grown old, and it is not too lateto dive into your increasing depthswhere life calmly gives out its own secret.