Visiting Strawberry Fields in Central Park is a religious experience. I’ve been thinking a lot about life, and how simple it all really is.
It’s still a bit wordy, but it’s been working well as a mantra so far. So what if I don’t get a seat on the train? Someone else will get a seat instead. So what if I spent a little too much money? I’ll make more money later. A million little things fall away, and you start to see how little things matter. Money is only paper, after all. It can’t buy you good health or a longer life, after all. Steve Jobs showed us that. And money certainly can’t buy you happiness, as the rash of unfortunate celebrity deaths this past year have more than illustrated. So does it really matter?
It’s when we start to infringe on the health and happiness of others that the real “sins” are committed. I don’t want to go on a rant here. You’re all adults. You all have your own opinions. I just want to say, that trying to force them on others isn’t the way to make friends.