I’ve worked and played and tried to be the best I could at so much stuff – made more challenging when life knocks the stuffing out of you, but my troubles and tribulations are not much different than anyone else’s because we all deal with the same stuff …
Life’s pleasures and triumphs slide in and out of view – most things that thrill us, or chill us, are small actions most people never see, but they matter in massive proportion to and exceeding ‘stuff’ we trip over. Not to say I don’t value stuff, and sometimes we see someone with a home or car or fancy clothes that cause a gasp in our breath – easy to be jealous of their stuff.
But all the stuff in the world isn’t the right stuff because the most important stuff isn’t stuff.
I’ve lived 7/10ths of a century now, which seems like a long time, and yet it feels like I’m just at the beginning of exploring much new stuff.
Whether scouring our messy kitchen drawer or every messy corner of our lives searching out something elusive or conclusive – it is evident, all knowledge is inferior to powerful feelings.
Feelings, yes feelings, is the stuff of life.
I don’t want more of that stuff, or your stuff, or that stuff over there – I don’t want foreign stuff, imported stuff or the stuff you see over there.
Seventy, 70, years – chapters, if you will, of life, water under the bridge, memories and experiences behind me in the rearview mirror. So much stuff.
Yet the stuff that matters most is ahead, in front of me, the good stuff!