Perhaps Love Is About Letting The Little Things Go

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Oh how the little irritations of someone elses habits can multiply and spread like a virus in the petri dish of our relationships:

Time to start caring less . Yes, Im arguing the fundamental glue that holds our relationships togetherhow much we care about each othercan and should be dialed back so we can enjoy longer, more intimate, more fabulous time together. At least, we should care a lot less about the smaller stuff. Lets set irritation in perspective.

I stopped at three a.m. on a lonely, secluded freeway in Iowa a few years back to stretch my legs. As soon as I stepped out of the car, a agitation of superstars assaulted me. I felt as if the sky was tumbling on top of meI set my hands above my head as a reflex. All around me, darkness: merely the intense, present, pressing superstars and their light.

I could see the broad outlines of the Milky Way! Being from the city, I had forgotten just how magnificent our galaxy lookings from the vantage point of a deserted, dark freeway. Carl Sagan was right: just outside our apartment, next to where we work, even as we sit beach side with a margarita, billions and billions of superstars, billions and billions of galaxies just like ours, and trillions and trillions of planets swirl in a cosmic panoply so massive we are not even grains of sand:

I felt a rush of generosity and patience.

The sublimity of the stars, and my miniscule place in them, did not construct me feel small but grateful. I felt a rush of elation for the miracle of being alive and the great luck of being a part of such magnificence.

My back didnt hurt. I didnt mind the crack in the windshield which had been annoying me the entire journey. I realise my smallness constructed me special.

Back in the car, I called my spouse to tell her I loved her. She didnt like being roused from dreamings but was kind back to me.

Our universe, by most estimations, is 16.5 billion years old. Billion. The Milky Way: a youngster at about 13.2 Billion. The ground is a relative newcomer, celebrating a 4.5 billion year anniversary. The dinosaurs died out about 65 million years ago. The Antarctic Sponge can live about 1550 years. The Ocean Quahog, a delicious clam, can live for more than 400 years if not harvested for dinner. Bowhead whales live longer than 200 years. The average human gets about 70. The average human romantic relationship? About two years.

In the grand scheme of the universe, little aggravations are rather insignificant .

Toenail clippings and crimped toothpaste tubes are actually not that big of a deal Muddy shoes, a ding on the credit card, a few extra minutes before “youre leaving” for dinner: dandelion fluff you can throw onto the breeze of hour and keep forgetting in less hour than you take to forgive, smile, and tell,

The next time “youre feeling” peeved, when the irritation starts to rise, when you utterly must say something about the stack of newspapers in the corner, take a deep breath. We are miracles: in so massive and astounding a world, we have a place.

Remember the dinosaur. Consider the stars, that magnificent array of infinity hovering above us, and spread a little of the elation of simply being alive to everyone near you.

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