Let me tell you a little secret.
And as always, I will tell you The Truth.
Life doesn’t give a damn about you.
Life doesn’t give a damn about anyone.
And neither does Nature.
When it rolls, it just rolls.
It never eases up.
It never gives anyone “a break.”
Because in order for it give someone “a break” it would have to care.
In order for it to give someone “a break” it would have to be cognizant that you even exist.
There you have it.
Life and Nature don’t even know that you exist.
And even if they did, they still wouldn’t give a damn.
If there is a flash flood near a town, the flood rolls right through the town.
Does it “care” that a man’s property will be ruined?
Does it “care” that the man has barely been able to keep up the mortgage payment on his house and car, and now both are going to be destroyed?
Does the hurricane care?
When it blows, it blows.
It just doesn’t give a damn.
It just doesn’t care.
Not about you.
Not about me.
And you will be incredibly mistaken if you detect even a drop of sorrow in my tone.
The Truth is the truth.
It is neither sorrowful nor joyful.
(That is man’s expertise, unfortunately).
And let us look at Life.
Yes, the thing you’ve been calling “your life” for all of these years.
I’ll give it to you straight.
Your Own Life doesn’t give a damn about you.
It simply couldn’t care less.
If life had any “compassion” or “tact’ or “goodness” it wouldn’t pile on like it does.
If it had compassion, then on a particular day when one thing went “wrong,” it would make three other things go “right.”
But instead, it make four additional things go wrong.
Is it evil?
Is it good?
To speak of life and nature in terms of good and evil is to speak of water in the same nonsensical terms.
If water makes you wet in the shower, you might consider it “good.”
But if it makes you wet when you are full clothed, does that mean it is “evil?”
Man lives at the intersection between Hope and Despair.
And this is his greatest imprisonment!
This is his greatest torment.
Life doesn’t give a damn about hope.
Nor does it care about despair.
Neither does nature.
Hope and despair are completely foreign terms to them.
But this is man’s lifeblood.
And if he truly seeks Peace, it is time for him to get a transfusion.
So long as hope and despair course through his veins, he will live on the edge of anxiety and depression for the whole of his life.
Life doesn’t even acknowledge you, my friend.
Nature doesn’t either.
Each tumbles and rolls and soars according to its own uncompromising rhythm.
Neither of them give a damn.
So why do you?