One day, in the grand scheme of things, will it matter?
Will any of it matter? Our jobs? Where we went to school? Our successes? Our failures? What car we drove? How much money we have in the bank? The inevitable disappointments? Or the things that get blown out of proportion? Mid-understandings? We leave things unsaid. Hurts unresolved. What for? Because, life continues and more gets heaped on. Time passes. More feelings are hurt. And what for? We could, of course all hold on to our point of view. To our bruised egos. Again, to what end? Does every thing have to be trashed out? Does ones point of view need to be aired? Heard? Does it matter? At the end of the day. Really? Will it matter?
Yes...all the life stuff can seem like a mountain we cannot climb. Insurmountable. But at the end of our days, here on this incredible planet, what will truly matter? I am guessing, hoping it will be the people in our lives. Our tribes. Our families. Our friends. The lives touched. Connections made. The memories. The moments. The celebrations.
I hope we will remember more laughter than tears, more hugs than finger pointing.
I am guilty of holding onto things. And I am working on it.
"What if I / we started with love. As a strategy." (Am referencing a #Truthbomb from Danielle LaPorte). How much further does it get me / us?
What does my / our soul need?
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