Do we matter and how much of us does really make sense?

Sometimes I honestly doubt if it is much. Maybe the main reason why people tend to travel is that they can leave a piece of sense in every place they go. And by every place, I mean every single place, everywhere they go as if something goes with them, something behind their backs, something that eyes cannot see.

Maybe by leaving our sense, we pick up others' sense, and this is how we all make and do not make sense at the same time. Maybe our matter is to not matter. To not matter about our sense and how much we do make, rather than just make sure that there is no such day when we go to sleep sad, because let me tell you this, the worst thing that can happen to you, and by that I am absolutely serious, the worst thing that can happen to you is to go to sleep sad.

You little silly head, there is nothing down there. No, neither under the flap of your jacket, neither inside of your shoes, neither inside of your winter scarf, you see, you left your glove inside your home, now you will get cold, who will take care of you then? Will not stop until you find it, huh? But stop making it so difficult, there is nothing hidden. There is nothing hidden and it is very simple and clear: you do whatever makes you happy and the rest will solve itself.

The rest will come, the rest will run to you, the rest will buy you ice cream, the rest will make you laugh, the rest will save you from the troubles you just have the talent to get into, but the most important the rest will always ask you if you are happy. Because this is very important. The greatest joy in life is to see happy people and to see people happy. If happiness you could earn as easy as money, life would be a heavenly place to put your feet onto. The rest rather eat bugs, snakes, tarantulas, rather eat dogs and cats, and raw garlic, or onions, or oatmeal (can you imagine someone eating oatmeal for the rest of the life)? Plain oatmeal without any bananas, without any chocolate chips, without any nuts or berries- the plainest oatmeal you can imagine- I know, the rest is absolutely nuts, however, the rest rather eat that but to do what makes the rest unhappy- this you could never hear in a million years.