It just doesn't matter in the long run.
Life is finite. Death is infinite.
Sometimes we lose sight of that. We can get so caught up in the day-to-day bullshit of who-said-what-to-whom or who did this or who didn't do that. And when they lay you down for the Long Dirt Nap, nobody will give a royal frak anymore.
About 15 years ago, I looked around a smallish cemetery that had been in active use from about the 1750s to just before WW2. There was a tombstone that had the line: "His loving memory will be with us always." The guy died in 1908, so it's probably safe to assume that nobody is alive who remembers him first-hand. He may have been a saint worthy of canonization or a Nobel Prize, he may have been the evillest fuck that anyone every knew. But nobody remembers him, now, I betcha.
So try to hold on to what is important in your life and don't sweat the small stuff.
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arrival here result of googling "everything is bullshit", 1% more i guess. everything is moving not there to compare against all the unknown that might cause us dispair like mothersbaugh said it is freedom we've got but it's freedom from freedom we all really want.
This reminded me of monty python's galaxy song. I know it's supposed to be funny and it's probably a little lame, but few things in life give me as much instant perspective and calm as that song.
Great stuff keep up the blog.
I also came here from googling 'everything is bullshit'. "Life is finite. Death is infinite." is a very succinct way of putting it. Thanks.
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