Perspective is a tricky thing, sometimes.
Right here, right now, in this precise moment, I have no worries. I am healthy, I am breathing, I am comfortable, I am pleasantly occupied.
That’s the small scale.
On the grand scale, I also have no worries. Fifty years from now, what difference will any of my problems make? What impact will they have? One hundred years from now, who will even remember me at all?
Then there’s all that space in the middle, between the small scale and the grand scheme.
How do I focus my lens?
Spiral Songs and Grace Notes 