Richard Carlson has made a lot of money with his book “Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff . . . And It’s All Small Stuff.”
But, I go even farther than Carlson did—it’s not merely small stuff; it’s just “stuff,” period.
It’s just “stuff,” and most “stuff” we can live without.
Sure, I admit I’m not where I thought I’d be at this stage of my life, but most of what I don’t have is just “stuff,” and if I had it, I’d just have to clean it, dust it, vacuum it, wash it or pay for it, so what, really, am I missing? With more stuff comes more worry, more work, more heartache, and I have my share of that without needing more.
It’s just stuff.
There are some things which really, really matter—freedom, love, kindness, respect, life, death—but most everything else is just “stuff” and won’t mean a hill of beans five minutes from now, let alone 100 years from now.
Stop fretting over “stuff.”
Stop fretting about the broken glass or the tall grass or the messy house or the flat tire.
Breathe, and remember, it’s just “stuff.”
I have no regrets how I’ve lived my life—except for the times I didn’t love as much as I could have or should have.
Given the chance, I’d do it all over exactly the same—mistakes and all. Mistakes make me better. Struggles make me stronger. Heartaches make me more loving. Trials make me more patient.
Some people live their lives hell-bent for achieving perfection—the perfect house, the perfect spouse, the perfect job, the perfect child, the perfect lawn, the perfect car. They never learn, until it’s too late, that perfection is unattainable in life. Perfection only comes with death, and I plan to put that one off as long as possible.
Embrace imperfection in your life on your journey toward perfection, and, remember,
most of life is just stuff.
