Every now and then I get a flash — that everything in my collective consciousness—my dreams, ideas, complaints, visions, opinions, etc.—are so damn insignificant.
For all the pain and joy I feel from this trip to Honolulu, there are millions of people thinking the same thoughts. There’s a family in China torn between living in on one side of Hainan Island in the boonies or in the city of Sanya in the south.
I mean here I am fretting all the time about work and money and where city vs. country living and it’s all so petty, really. Nobody cares about this stuff. Should I care about it? Shouldn’t I be focusing on things that people do care about?