It is in knowing what we can focus on that we begin to seek the most fulfilling of paths we can walk. It is in being aware of the priorities that we can start making meaningful adjustments to what we envision, and to what we chose to actively pursue: it is in an attempt to understand this that questions are asked; leading questions whose answers we may or may not know but whose effect on provoking thought far surpasses subtle observance of societal demands and standards which have for far too long been taken as the basic way of meaningful living; that life that is, since conception, projected and painlessly left unimagined, only lived as though it were off some divine script, unquestioned, only accepted in a manner that implies that going the other way is an act of rebellion, or as some sort of declaration of allegiance to destruction, to fatalism.
So here goes:
Is it the sacrifices I make?
The challenges I face?
Or is it the small achievements I lay claim to?
Is it the paths I walk?
Or the mistakes I make each passing moon?
Is it the bridges I build? Or perhaps those I burn?
Is it the choices I make?
Or the opportunities I defiantly refuse to take?
Is it the beliefs I willfully submit myself to?
Is it my tribe? Race? Gender?
What really matters?
Is it the fondness I have for those I love?
Or the manner in which I treat the helpless strangers I come across?
Is it the lies I tell because I think they are white?
Or the truths I withhold to protect those that deserve to know?
Those that I hide even from myself?
is it the peace I find in meditation?
Or is it the solace so abundant in my quiet contemplation?
Is it the heights we overcome?
Or the valleys of life that we have to endure?
Is it the certificates?
Or the knowledge it purports to represent?
Is it not the strength we muster to overcome the more?
Is it not the compassion we must nurture?
Is it not the hope we must keep alive?
Is it not the happiness we share?
The life we live and protect?
Is it not the environment in which we dwell in?
Or perhaps it is humanity itself.
When I ask what matters and I do not get the answer, I wonder if the question should be,
Should anything matter?
Via Man Wale’s Musings