it doesn’t matter

when someone says,
it doesn’t matter
it’s not necessarily 
an obstinate
self-defeating,
depreciating, 
or rude thing to say
it can be 
liberating
when one knows
what matters is
recognizing 
what doesn’t...
the worrying, 
second-guessing, 
soul-crushing 
defeatism that happens
when we try to fit in, 
be accepted, 
follow the rules, 
play the game
be noticed…
in fact, not mattering,
where invisibility is a gift,
anonymity, sublime
is where what 
matters most, 
breathing 
loving
being
happens...
the rest
is an illusion,
smoke and mirrors, 
the sum of a life
wasted

~kat

I’m actually in a good place…where nothing matters but the things that do. With age comes wisdom and a general “I don’t give a fuck” attitude! When life gets shorter, you realize life is too short! It is glorious place to be!!! Oh my… did I just say/write fuck?!!! Well I don’t give a “you know what”! 🤪