‘What you dwell on.’ Is that what really matters?
Or, maybe; Money? Skills? Your work ethic? What you believe in? Excitement? Novelty? Family? Friends? Accomplishments? The amount of love you feel? Your sophistication? Giving? Receiving?
And, ‘what really matters to you’ . . . will it be the same this evening, tomorrow, next year?
The word ‘really’ is used here not as just a useless adverb, but as an intensifier. Not ‘what matters?’ but ‘what REALLY matters?’ Of all the things that could matter, which one is absolutely the most important?
Maybe the question has no value, but maybe it is the best question ever asked. We claim knowledge of some ‘thing’ and shortly thereafter our ‘knowledge’ of it changes. Its importance changes.
Perhaps the answer may be ‘silence’ or a ‘tree’. (Try pondering the qualities of a tree sometime.)
What really matters? A hauntingly beautiful question.
I’m pretty sure there is only one version of it.
The Infinite 