Things that matter, things that don't

So hard to keep that in perspective.

What matters? How I feel, what I'm willing to give, how I react to what is given back. It matters that I'm true to my own heart, my own soul. That I love freely and deeply. That I give all of myself.

What doesn't? The past. Things that aren't mutual (i.e., it doesn't matter what I want if that's not what he wants). No amount of me wanting or wishing or pushing is going to change that. Also, things that aren't said or aren't done. While nice, maybe, they really don't matter.

What matters is what is happening now, what happens today. Time shared. I can choose to be fully in that moment and drink it up through every pore, or I can choose to miss out by worrying about what is not. Seems so obvious, doesn't it? Yet so many of us miss out on the miracles of what we have by always wanting something else.

Until