What is the most important thing we can think about in this most extraordinary moment?
“I always say to myself, what is the most important thing we can think about in this extraordinary moment.”
–R. Buckminster Fuller
Who, when you really think about it, wants to do unimportant and uninteresting things? Yet, look how we spend our time. Look at the headlines in the magazines we read. Look at the TV shows we’re addicted to.
We think we care about things we really don’t. I hate to be the one to break it to you, but you really don’t care what perfume you’re wearing, whether or not you’ve mastered the secret of the sixty-minute orgasm.
You care about what happens to our children. To our oceans. To the big, beautiful American dream of freedom and equality and unlimited possibilities. You care about your soul, about God, about how you can make a difference in the world.
Somehow, we’ve gotten off track. I don’t really know how it happened. I don’t believe we need to know. Figuring out why we’ve gotten off track is another of these irrelevant issues on which we spend way too much time. It doesn’t matter.
The only thing that matters now is “How can we get back on track?” “How can we take our focus off trivial and unimportant things and put it back where it belongs?”
When we focus on insignificant issues we deny our true selves. This is a big problem, folks. It’s why Eli Lilly made a fortune on Prozac. It’s why forty people will try to kill themselves in the next hour.
We are gods playing fools. We pretend to care about things we don’t care about. It doesn’t matter how much money you make, what kind of car you drive. It’s like we’re all playing make-believe, only somehow we forgot that it’s make-believe.
The only thing you really care about is how you can boldly make a difference in this world, how you can best spread love to your brothers and sisters. All of us recognize this truth—whether we admit it or not. It’s the still, small voice that continually pokes us in the ribs, the discontent that flows through us when we stop long enough to think, “Is this all there is?”
The still, small voice will never shut up. It’s the energizer bunny. The dandelion in your front yard. You just can’t get rid of it. So why don’t we all just put down our dukes, call “Ally-ally-oxen in free” and admit it.
We all really love each other. We all long to do big things. We can save our world. It’s not too late.