October 08, 2024 – A

It is hard to tell how old
a rock is.
Not that it matters.
No one cares.
Not even the rocks care.
We all have more important
things to do.
Well, maybe not the rocks.
Caring doesn't count with rocks.
Everything is equally insignificant
to a rock.

Leaving me to wonder
at what point do things
begin to take on significance for us?
And fade into insignificance?
What leads us to rank things as we do
on our own personal/private
significance scale?

How do we determine what is important
and what is unimportant?
Who says so?
Do we say things are important
that don't matter to us at all?
And we say they are 
because we are supposed to
in order to please someone
to whom they are important?

Who would be pleased with us
for saying some things are important
and other things are not important?
Is it important to us
that we live to please someone other than us?
Who(m) are we living to please?
What makes that important?
Who says so?
How do we know what is important?
How do we come to value what we value?

Who(m) are we living to please?