54 Homo Sapiens

Human Being - Albert Einstein

I wish I had something profound to say today.  Instead, I feel very small and lacking wisdom.  What is this miniscule blip of consciousness we have that constantly thinks, “Me, me, me!” while all around us is a vast Universe and a sea of (suffering) humanity on this one rock we call earth?

My “me, me, me” was noticing that if I can somehow attract 54 more people to my blog, I will have had 10,000 views — and then I’d be somebody.  Relatively speaking, of course, because I just saw a blog that had well over 1,000,000 hits.  Imagine that!  That guy really is somebody!  So, no, when I hit the 10,000 mark, I’ll still be little old me with the same problems, the same heartaches, the same aspirations, the same unfulfilled passions.

Now I think again of my mother.  She was born on a dirt-poor farm in rural Arkansas in 1925 and died in 2012.  Except for 2 years in Washington, DC, she lived her entire life in Arkansas.  I wonder how many people actually heard her words or knew her thoughts?  She was 86 years old when she passed away.  So if she spoke to 100 new people every single year of her life, she would have had 8,600 “hits.”  (I’m sorry — not that anything she had to say would have amounted to much.)

Me — I’ve lived in Arkansas, Tennessee, New York, Pennsylvania, Maryland, and Washington, DC, plus the England (UK).  I’ve traveled to most of the states east of the Mississippi and quite a few west of the Mississippi.  I’ve been to Mexico, Canada, Finland, and Wales.  Not a huge amount of travel, but much more than my mom.

Are my words any more valuable, or do I have to wait for 1,000,000 hits on my blog?  I think my words are fairly okay, because I’m only human after all.

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6 Responses to 54 Homo Sapiens

  1. The real me says:

    Reblogged this on abracadabrasite and commented:
    Beautiful. What a humble post. It doesn’t matter how many people view your blog so long as those that do are touched. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  2. mandy says:

    Oh dear, sorry you are down in the dumps, Terry. But you don’t need views, you don’t need anything but doing what you do–be YOU 🙂
    I’ve felt like I had zero value my entire life. I can’t put my finger on why I’m starting to feel different–I’ve only lived in two states my entire life (and don’t know much about either of them because I don’t care much), and I couldn’t tell you how many hits/views I have. Mostly I just bop around WP reading blogs and visit a spell–get enriched by other folks “stuff”-for mine gets old, lol!

    You have offered me so much on my visits, Terry. And I thank YOU!♥

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    • DogDharma says:

      It was a hard day, Mandy, because tonight has been my friend, Kitt’s, “afterparty” memorial. Very bittersweet. I got some much-needed real hugs, but so sad for the occasion that brought them to me. 😦

      I’m very glad you’ve come to a “place” feel better — see, it doesn’t matter where we live; it’s inside us. I know that intellectually, but learning it soul-deep is a hard lesson. I’ve decided I live on a camel’s back because I have so many humps, bumps, and slumps. 🙂

      I really appreciate your kind words! ❤

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      • mandy says:

        Oh I’m so sorry–this had to have been a very difficult day. Last year when a long time friend (35 years) suddenly had weeks to live, I pretty much had to start over to figure out the value of everything. It set me back quite a ways. Maybe that’s when I started my new blog–I had to get it together. But crap–it’s soooo hard.
        Be gentle with yourself. Let your doggies love and take care of you. ♥

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