Thursday, May 8, 2008

Does it matter?

For the past week or so I have been experiencing more doubt than I have felt in quite a while. I am testy, unmotivated, not able to focus and not at all upbeat and having a tough time making it through each day at work. I even find I don't want to run in the morning, something that for months I had come to look forward too. Even getting this post out is a challenge.

I have been thinking out the theme to a post on the impact that small and large things we do have on others and how they then effect how they relate to others. I have lots of ideas, but they won’t come out on the keyboard.

While I have frequently thought that we all can have an impact on others and therefore can effect how they treat others, now I don't know. There are those dynamic people that seem to draw people to them and seem to always have an impact on others even if all they are doing is going about their every day life. I am for the most past on the quieter side, except for a limited few who would absolutely laugh at the "quiet" comment. I know that the quiet is perceived by some as disinterested, when it is not. The things I do are lower key and often I keep them to myself with the believe that karma is fed more fully when the source of the deed is not known. Is this foolish? I don't know.

I am sure that you can list people who have a dramatic effect on people and their community around them (large and small). I am thinking I am just not one of those people. This isn’t necessarily a feeling of depression it is more of sadness, regret, resignation of "does it matter". More the George Baily feeling.

Does it matter that I smile a lot throughout the day and laugh pretty easily and say hi to most everyone I interact with? Does it matter that I give out anonymous birthday cards throughout the year to all 50 people in my office or do other similar things when no one really knows it is me? [ no one at work knows about this blog, so that secret is safe] Does it matter that I leave comments on other people’s blogs so that they know I was there and that their thoughts mean something? Does it matter that I am always volunteering to help with this or that project? Does it matter that I send positive thoughts to a list of people each day who do not know it? Do the prayers of healing really do anything for others except make me think they do? Does it matter that I write this blog? Does anyone really know it is here?

Intellectually I know the answer to most of these is yes, (except for the last few) but in a more solitary way I really don’t know and even more profound, in the grand scheme of things, it doesn’t matter that I feel this way.



So, today there is a picture of reflection because that is where I am at. Not necessarily liking the view but knowing that life changes on a dime and hopefully that view will become more clear.

3 comments:

Sharyn said...

I once sent a light pink note card off to an friend who was a local radio host saying how much I admired him for his work. I left it unsigned. Another time I wrapped and delivered a package teeming with little toy cars to an acquaintance who had 4 little boys, was going through a divorce and was having financial problems. Again.. unsigned.
I have spent many hours and $$purchasing gifts for friends over the years... but none have given me such pleasure as these two gifts that I sent secretly.
Bless you for being so generous in nature.
mumsie

Anonymous said...

Hi Jeff-
Yes, a thousand times yes, it MATTERS! It all matters. We love your writing; it always seems to strike a chord here. Low-key, humble, unselfish, friendly, laughing easily, all of these speak of your integrity. Reflection isn't bad --it may even be a blessing. Wishing you a clearer, brighter view all in good time.
janet and david

Jeff- in the Berkshires said...

Sharyn, Thanks so much for your comment. It means much coming from such a generous soul.

Janet & David, Thanks to you also. I always appreciate you insight. Reflection is usually good and sometimes jarring.
The roller coaster ride goes up and down.
Jeff