We aspire to attain significance in so many ways.
Hoping our lives would be of value if we do something significant.
That we will be of value, if we are significant.
We see the stories of David slaying Goliath, Samson killing Philistines and Moses parting the sea, of a prophet calling fire from heaven to ignite a drenched altar – and it doesn’t help.
It makes us believe this is where significance is to be found, in the make belief of big and grand and ostentatious.
In leaving a mark.
In building something which would be seen by generations to come.
We seek meaning in significance, while it is hidden in insignificance.
Our value, each one of us born into this world, immense, not because of what we do or accomplish or will do, but because we are the magical synergy of wind and earth, spirit and flesh, being from Them Who is the Origin of everything.
Our gift, insignificance.
To be, all we were created to be, without fear.
If it is creative, then that.
If organizational, or relational, or sporting, or loud or quiet.
Whatever we are, completely.
Being it in love and kindness.
Bringing a little light wherever we may be.
Whether it is in the country of our birth or the country of another’s birth.
Whether it is where we thought we would be, or somewhere completely different.
To love and do good.
As we love.
Whomever we meet, in whatever circumstances.
Despite whether they love or not.
With no regard for who sees or what could be accomplished.
Loving, just for the sake of loving.
Doing good, merely because we are able to do so.
Except to Them from Whom we come.
Our insignificance precious as we walk through this life without leaving tracks.
Save a fortune, in order to be able to retire with security.
Reach the unreached.
All of this redicoulous.
Except if we are able to love and do good while doing it too.
Which does not happen often.
As energy flows where attention goes.
And we are finite.
Limited by our synergy to the raw beauty of earth.
Only able to be in one place at any given moment.
And if we focus on amassing a fortune, we are sure to be absent a little more from the people we would love to love.
And if we focus on gaining infamy, there is no doubt we will lose a little opportunity to do the good which would affect an insignificant insignificance.
And if we focus on doing good, in order to be recognized, to be seen, to be significant, it is inevitable that we will not be seen by those who matter most.
I too a fool entraped by my own misconstrued disbelief.
Saved, like a piece of wood from fire.
Only by the kindness of our Origin, into exquisite insignificance.
Freed to spend time with insignificant people, in an insignificant existence, to no other purpose or outcome than to love and do good.
This the gift, too often reluctantly unwrapped.
We still blinded by the image of Davids and Jobs and Richie Rich, unaware that Jughead is the real hero.