THE SIGNIFICANCE OF BEING INSIGNIFICANT
THE HUMAN RACE
SEARCHING FOR THE ANSWER? LOOK OUT THE BACKDOOR!
If total peace of mind could be
obtainable, life would be boring.
Earth dwellers have no choice but
to endure the pangs of existence.
That’s how we learn things.
And that’s why I believe in the
significance of being insignificant.
There are those I’ve traded lip
service with who have plummeted into
that bottomless abyss we all
know so well. Yet, somehow many
of us manage to find an elevator to
bring us back to whatever surprise
fate has scheduled for our future.
Everybody knows that bitterness
tastes lousy, anguish stings and
triumph is sweeter than sour.
I don’t need extreme isolation on a
mountain top to find enlightenment.
My Himalayas are everywhere. On a
crowded street corner, on a pier
overlooking the Pacific, surviving
a dull sermon, watching cloths dry
at a laundromat, trapped in a cave,
making love to a babe, doing solitaire in
The Big House, eyeballing the lantern moon,
spilling profound secrets to a pet pooch,
facing death in combat, driving home
alone, flying solo above the clouds.
Here’s a thought about the human
condition that might impress even
Confucius: We’re all a little bonkers!
Think about it. Look into the mirror.
The significance of being
insignificant is where we’re at.
Live with it!
— Boots LeBaron —
(Boots’ book, THE HUMAN RACE, is available on
Kindle and in paperback on Amazon. It contains
human interest stories, essays and light poetry
focusing on people just like you. Read it!)
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