Today I found myself shredding what once was such an important document but now has no purpose, value or meaning

It reminded me of the times back in college where for a semester I would hold on to my Syllabus’ like they were gold only to later toss them in the recycling bin never to be worried about again

Gahhhh…. this life

What a bittersweet experience
To work for it all only to let it go

The Buddha says the attachment to desire is the root of our suffering

Attachment. Keyword.

We think we own something, but really it’s all borrowed. Borrowed land. Borrowed body. Borrowed time.

I don’t even know if “borrowed” is the right word to use though. Because that implies there is a lender. Who is the lender? What is the lender?

I don’t know. I don’t want to get too deep in philosophy today.
I just wanted to complain a little.

Complain about all this effort just to let it all go. Which begs me to think about what actually truly matters? I don’t want to waste the opportunity chasing nonsense I’m just going to be shredding. Building castles that I’m just going to leave behind.

This idea of leaving behind is interesting though. Legacy. What do I want to leave behind? Perhaps a little land. A little land where good things have happened to continue to usher in a brighter, kinder world where more humans do good for goodness sake.

I’d like to think, if we are going to exist – might as well make it epic. Make it enjoyable. Make it worthwhile. Don’t you think?