What Matters Most

Is it just me?, life

I don’t worry about everyday things that most people stress over. At times, I feel like a child. But most often I’m glad I am the way I am. 

Is the house clean? Are the dishes done? Is laundry finished? Do I look nice? Is everything tidy? Will they be jealous of how expensive my clothes are?

What I worry about is…did I see my niece today? Did I talk to Grandma? Did I walk the dogs, spend time outside, or smile a lot? 

Here’s the thing – if I die tomorrow, in my final moments I won’t care about laundry and how my hair looked at the grocery store. I’ll be thinking, “I wish I’d spent more time with _____.”

I realized awhile ago that the things that kept me up at night weren’t even going to cross my mind on my future death bed. It became a goal of mine to change the way I think, change the way I view the world, and change what I spend my thoughts on.

So I try not to stress over little things. If the world ends tonight, I want to have spent my final moments laughing with my friend’s baby or chasing my cat around the house. 

Stress and worry are natural for all humans. So if we have to deal with it, we might as well stress over what matters and forget all the things that are insignificant. All that matters is this moment and how we decide to spend it. Cherish each and every second spent with those you care about most. In the end, that’s what matters, that’s what haunts a soul and builds up piles of regret. 

Figure out what matters to you most in this life and make an effort to swap your focus from unimportant details to the deepest treasures of your heart.


Reading ‘Moby-Dick’

Books, life, Metaphors in Nature, Wildlife

Classic pieces of literature can be beautiful and enjoyable to read, analyze, and discuss. For many of these novels and short stories, regardless of the genre, I find it’s a hit or miss if I’ll enjoy dissecting the words and chapters. 

After pushing through several long, tedious chapters, I decided that Moby-Dick, written by Herman Melville, would fall into the category of “miss.” – the category of work I’ll never touch again, and maybe not even finish reading. 

As an adventure lover, this book was disappointing to me. Now, I’ll be honest – the chapters devoted to the narrative, the actual story of Ishmael and his insane Captain – those are great. Wonderfully written and smooth, the lines are clever and clear. 

It’s too bad that only about 10 percent of the novel is narrative. If we could extract those chapters filter out the unnecessary information, this book would be much shorter and a lot more entertaining.

There are far too many pages devoted to explaining whales – quite literally EVERYTHING there was to be know about whales back in 1851. Anatomy, different species, whaling industry, tools used for catching whales, the laws of possession of escaped whales, oil from whales, etc. Whales, whales, whales, whales, and more whales.

Learning and studying whales is one thing. And this could have been a textbook for whale courses in the 1800’s. However, I began reading with an expectation of reading a story. Not a textbook on nineteen century cetology. 

I have much respect for this novel, for what it is. It’s a classic, and I know that it brought joy to readers back when it was released. For me, personally, I didn’t finish it. I found that over halfway through, I stopped caring about the ending. I don’t even feel a desire to search for a summary on how it all plays out. Does the whale meet its end? Does the captain die? What about Ishmael?

I wish I cared more, but I don’t. Life is too short to finish unenjoyable novels. I respect this book. I just don’t like it very much. And if I were to die tonight, I’d rather I spend my last night of reading excited and interested in the characters.

Lots of respect, without love. It’s too bad.

whale s tail

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Life is Way Too Short (Ranting)


This morning, I witnessed a gloomy group of people huddled together in the emergency room (I work across the hall). One of them was hysterically crying. I’ve seen this occurrence a few times before and it’s always safe to conclude that someone has unfortunately passed away. It’s heartbreaking to see a group of people in such pain and losing a loved one obviously very dear and special.

In moments like these, for me at least, the big picture of life comes into view. One day – maybe ten years from now, maybe even tomorrow – that will be my family and I in that emergency room waiting area crying our eyes out as someone we all love passes away. Someday it will be me passing away.

With this in mind, I immediately lose all patience for stupid, petty, everyday complaints and irritants. This stuff is insignificant and won’t matter in the end.

It’s time we all started focusing on what will matter in the end. Because when it’s me in that emergency room, either dying or crying, I’ll want to know that I didn’t waste my time on this earth being ridiculous about small matters, angry over insipid situations, or pasteurizing the people around me. We can’t keep wasting our precious years stressing and being silly.

Life is way too short. Next time I feel impatient, angry, or upset, I’m going to think, “Is this going to matter in that emergency room?” And if the answer is, “no,” I’m going to immediately move on with my life and focus my attention on the people and events that will matter.

I apologize for my quick rant. Now it’s time for me to move on and go focus on something/someone I love.

Life is short. We can’t waste our days away.