Life Is Like A Drop Of Water In A Frying Pan.

While I was riding over a bridge today, I looked over at all the little houses. Some of them had pools, some had little dogs, or cats, they all looked different. Then I recognized, that they all had something in common also. Each one of those little houses, are the setting for someone's life. In each house, someone has slept, eaten, learned, laughed, and cried. In every one of those houses, someone has been faced with a problem, and over come it. And I know that, when a problem was THE problem, it seemed impassable. But in all of those houses, at some point or another some person toiled and did the impossible. I could not help, or offer my shoulder to cry on, because I did not know them or their problem. the people in those houses don't matter to me.  No one matters, until they do.

In the moment, our lives, and problems, are huge. but prospectively, they are so small, so irrelevant to the rest of humanity. When I was on that bridge today, I realized that I need to relax, everyone dose.