Friday, November 10, 2006

Sometimes, I get upset about things.

I know, I know: shocking.

But seriously, I get so upset about some things that I make myself sick. I worry, I fret, I obsess.

And sometimes, when it seems the worst, I take a step back and ask myself a very important question:

How important is this, really?

And I look at the span of my life until now and all the crappy things that have happened and realize that, no matter how crappy something was when I went through it, I still got through it. Better yet, I haven't thought about that crappy time in years.

And so I realize: nothing is really all that important.

There are even people that you thought were important at the time and they came and went and you life is no worse off for their absence. I mean, come on, when's the last time you thought about that best friend in grade 1? Or that chick who stole the guy you liked in highschool?

It all passes.

And suddenly, I can handle anything.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I hope you remember what you just wrote the next time you have the urge to complain about something insignificant.

Cathy said...

Oh I don't think you understood my post at all.

Don't presume to think that I won't complain about things that are insignificant (to your mind anyway).

That's what a blog is about, really. Rants about silly things that bug you.

And don't presume that the things that upset me are insignificant.

I'm saying that EVERYTHING is insignificant (if you want to use that word) if you choose to think of it that way. Everything passes. So if I were to not complain about so-called insignificant things, then I would just not complain at all, ever.

This sounds like wishful thinking for anyone, nevermind me.

However, rest assumred that I do aspire to let less things bother me and be insignificant to me.