nothing matters

Nothing matters.  Nothing.  No thing.  Nada.  Zip.  Zero.

No, really – think about it.  Your perceived insurmountable annoyances – your problems at work, your dwindling bank account, your bad knee, your ex, your age, your place in line, your broken toilet.  These are but potholes in the highway of life.  And dare I say, don’t really matter.

I want to be clear here – I’m not saying that what you experience and feel – and what you feel about those feelings isn’t real – they are.  But they don’t really matter.  Why?  Because our judgement is cloudy at best – formed by our flat tires and the man-made belief in the concept of lack.