So When Does It Matter?

well, some would argue never.

The other day as I strolled into work via Metro, I suddenly realized something:

What if nothing mattered? What if the nature of our existence didn’t matter or for that matter, the nature of our deaths?

Now, don’t misunderstand me. I truly believe most of what I see, touch, love, and various other verbs, but for a split-second, I thought about the opposite of those things that make me question all the things I believe. In other words, I gave true thought to the things that I am not, in a desperate plea to understand intimately the things that I am.

So, as I continued to walk, I looked deeper into the trail I was leaving behind: imagining the impact I was making in the people I was passing; thinking of whether my thoughts were leading towards my goals, or away from them. In fact, and since I’m a firm believer in the ever-changing presence of the Now, I thought to myself whether it was possible to imagine myself in all three levels of existence at the same time: the past, present, and the future.

Well, some would argue that I am already.

All in all, I’ve learned from my walk that there are so many layers of self-awareness that we either leave behind for others to enjoy, or create entirely for ourselves to recreate again and again. Life, as I have learned in these 32 years, is simply about the creation of the Self into a more beautiful and enjoyable Self.

So, when does it matter?

All the time.

M.C. Davis

Dear God

What if
I told you
I felt
lonely
when the dust
has
finally cleared,
or when
your words
suddenly became
my
own, or even
when
your steps
outlined
my own
blueprints;
or when
I’m thinking
about the
future
without you,
like
the one
time I walked
too quickly
for my own
steps.

What I mean
to say if
I ever
begin to overly
think
or
philosophize
too much
about you,
quickly remind
me to
breathe and
tame the spirit
because it is
only
the thought
behind
the thought
that truly
matters
anyway.

M.C. Davis