Nothing Matters
An eighteenth century French prisoner. Who cares what happened to them on a Tuesday? Nothing matters, except life.
Two people arguing about something. About what? It does not matter. Neither will remember the details of the conversation in a few days. So why persist with the argument? How often does an argument result in one person saying, “Oh, yes. You are right and I am wrong. I will now change my opinion”? What is the point of arguing? That you need to be right?
A group of people gossiping about someone. Why? Do the gossip-sessions from 20 years ago, or 200 years ago matter? No. It’s a waste of life.
I suggest that any time negative situations arrive, we look at the big picture: nothing matters — all is fleeting. All will be forgotten, all will die.
Somebody makes a bad driving mistake that inconveniences you. Do you use up the next 20 minutes of your life honking your horn and fuming about it? Is that the best use of your limited time as a miraculously sentient being on this stunningly beautiful planet?
Instead, use the precious, wondrous time we have in life to love ourselves and each other unconditionally. Work on freeing ourselves from the traps of ego and as we do, connect more substantially and authentically to each other and to all of creation.
