If everything is important, then nothing is important.
I remember the first time I heard that phrase used in speech and my difficulty in truly understanding what it meant. One day, I finally got it. I understood what it actually meant when assigning levels of importance to things in my life. Tasks, priorities, whatever it was I was prioritizing…it didn’t matter, because everything needed an assigned level of importance.
There was now a hierarchy, a procedure I could follow.
This stack of papers were something that deserved a closer look, perhaps some action on my part was necessary. Oh, but this stack too. Equally important but not sure which of the two, or three, or four, or… items in my stack should be accomplished first. I want to check all the boxes as highest priority but that does no good.
If there was no stack, if that stack did not exist, I would have nothing of importance to accomplish. Existence would have little or no meaning. Not so if the stack were regrets in ones life.
Nothing is important.
Petdad 