True light-heartedness

true light-heartedness begins with an appreciation of one's utter cosmic unimportance and nullity: nothing we have ever done, said or thought matters in any way. It's only the monstrous illusions of our ego which give us an impression that we count, and then torture us that we count and torture us that we don't count enough. Furthermore, no one will ever particularly understand us or love us properly - and that isn't a personal curse, but an iron-clad fact of nature wich we would do well to stop kicking against and to be constantly disappointed by. Everything we deeply want either will not happen or will be unsatisfying when it does. We must stop crying as if any of it really mattered or there ever was another way. We must pity ourselves and then change tack. The tragic view is too ok obvious. Being miserable is too predictable. Now let's surprise ourselves with a little irresponsible laughter, the kind it can take a lifetime of sorrow to perfect.