what really matters;

Recently, I realized a great deal of people putting lots of emotion in trivial, unimportant and insignificant junk. Unfortunately, I’m a part of that trend as well, and recognize that it is essential that we take a step back and appreciate the beautiful, amazing aspects of our lives and remember what’s worth worrying about.

When sluggish internet, electronic devices acting up, or a horrendous long queue is enough to turn you annoyed and uptight, that's a sign. When you’re more concerned with a stranger’s thoughts of you, than how you are perceived by loved ones and close friends, that’s a red flag. This is an indicator that you have become too concerned with the nonsensical, and oblivious to what truly is important.

So what really matters?



I guess the fact that you’re alive and happy — that matters. You woke up this morning, having the benefit of living life for the time being. That’s precious, if you think about it. It doesn't matter that your current situation might not be ideal. Honestly, it will never be flawless, but that’s okay. If a person is seeking picture perfection, there are always something to be unhappy about.

genesis;

"I started keeping a journal as a teenager for this very reason; death that is. I didn’t know if I’d live or die or run away or what – I was a teenager after all – and words sustained me. I didn’t start writing out of fear nor did I keep writing just to benefit the unspoken truths. I continued to write because everyday I’d make little discoveries about myself and/or my relationship to my environment, which is always changing. The older I got, the better life was getting and the better I was getting at life. And I didn’t want to forget where I came from or what I went through to get here. Better yet, I figured I’d want to re-live these high times when I’m 90 reading my notebooks to my grandchildren. Journals are time machines after all, if not fountains of youth, giving me hope – dissipating all fears of death, encouraging me to live it up now so at the very least I’ll have some interesting stories to share as a well-lived and perhaps pervy old man." - Jason Mraz