Things feel different on a Sunday, don’t they?
Everything that mattered so fucking much all week… well, on a Sunday, the slate is wiped clean.
Suddenly I can see the truth: almost nothing matters.
And that’s not apathy. That’s not pessimism. That’s practical wisdom.
But note the word “almost.”
The beauty of being human is that you alone get to choose what matters to you.
If you choose nothing, your life will have no meaning. And if you choose many things indiscriminately, your life will have no meaning.
Choose carefully, and go in all in on whatever you choose.