What Matters???

What Matters?
To me:
Breathing. My darlings. Love. Gaia. The Sun,Luna, clear skies on a star struck night.
Making love. Often. Food. The kind of food that makes your mouth water. Mountain spring water. Rain, on a drought ridden, late summers day. Open spaces, for everything that I have mentioned and everything that I forgot to say.
Pretty much everything that you see,hear,feel,taste,touch.
For myself, it breaks down to what actually matters to me.  
No one else. Myself. I am the only person that, can see inside my mind.
It’s more like 1  Dream, 1 idea to obtain a dream.
In my case, I used to think I needed all of the answers. Then, this year, 2020....
I don’t want all of the answers.
What I do need, not want, is unconditional respect and love for for myself. I need to respect who I am and what I stand for. If I do not, I have failed, Me.
If I fail myself, I fail all of the people who matter to me. Every single person I am responsible for. And that comes down to me being responsible for my own life. Not one single idea I have, can be accomplished if I do not recognise , the year of 2020, and not forget about what mattered to me.  
I have met more people of internal personal respect this year than, I have every met in my entire existence.  Or, at least I have paid closer attention to people this year, than I have others.
You see , my saving grace and curse is that, I am an instinctive trouble shooter. I think I can solve any equations laid before me. Sometimes I can do amazing things that surprise myself. Sometimes I have to look around and ask my inner voice,” Holy crap, did that just really happen? “
Usually, I laugh at myself.  Other times, I get really pissed off and act like an ass.  
Sovereignty is overrated. Uneducated doesn’t mean that a person is stupid. It just means that, they haven’t had the life experiences for a knowledgeable life.  
People who say that money means nothing, have never had to live without it. And, those assholes haven’t a clue of the price of toilet paper.
I guess what I’m truly grateful for is people. Even the assholes. Without rags or riches, poetry would cease to exist. What matters  to you?  
Peace Peeps  
 
E.G.E.