We set so much by trivia. It becomes our sole focus. The most insignificant thing is an obsession, the whole reason why we live and breathe. It is all-consuming.
Who said what about someone; who inferred something about someone; who whispered at the wrong time. Shadows of discontent.
Suddenly, who we are counts for... well, not much. We cannot look up and out because the blinkers blind us.
Contemplate this washing dishes, looking out at a mortgage sprawl, wishing so much this and that was just that - in fact, nothing against life and death.
It is the now that counts, like good health.
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