humbled

when I look at my wordpress statistics page, it’s not the numbers that I care about so much, as the flags of viewers from all over the world, at first, i think and i am humbled.  then i think  to myself have i written anything of value, anything worth sharing with the world?

and, then i think to myself, i have nothing of value, no special words to say, no thoughts of wisdom to share locally or beyond.  these days all I can boast is that i am still alive.  is this of value, i think not.

i am only a simple man in his 50’s just trying to live and get through another day, i really don’t know why.  is tomorrow better than today?  it hasn’t been true.

my accomplishments prior to yesterday have no value.  most people don’t care what you’ve done, they care what you do, and even more so they care about what you can do for them.

it no longer matters that i competed in national races, or broke records in sales at the local and regional levels.  it doesn’t matter that my family used to attend church on sundays and sat down at a table together for meals, without mass media, we shared about the day’s experiences.  it doesn’t matter that i worked my ass off to provide for my family all those years.

no, nothing really matters.

I’ll leave you with the words of the philosopher, Freddie Mercury as he sings the last four lines of a song:
[Outro]

Nothing really matters, anyone can see

Nothing really matters

Nothing really matters to me

Any way the wind blows

“Bohemian Rhapsody,” written by
Freddie Mercury – Queen

photo of a lone and dying leaf
a lone and dying leaf

 

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