Boy, nothing like a tragedy to slap you in the face and bring you back to focusing on things that actually matter in your life.
The tragedy didn’t happen to me or anyone in my family but to someone I know at my job. As I said it slapped me in the face and then it punched me in the gut. It’s funny how you can feel emotional pain in a physical way.
I was going to google ‘why does your heart actually hurt when something sad happens?’ But I don’t have the time and am not in the mood.
What I do know, is all of the trivial stuff I’ve been stressing about and giving way too much time to, has shriveled up and doesn’t seem to matter. In the end it’s life that matters and people that matter.
Everything else is junk.
There used to be this grumpy old man who lived in the personal care home where I worked and he grumbled about everything, “this food is junk”, “this place is junk”. He was being serious but it cracked me up.
Everything else is junk.
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