An increased sense of perspective

Over the last couple of years, I’ve found myself increasingly aware of my sense of perspective. Or aware of an increasing sense of perspective. Of the notion that we have a limited time until we die, and that some of the things - many of the things - which might previously have mattered to me or seemed significant are, in fact, inconsequential, and are not worth getting bothered, let alone worked up, about. That some things are just not worth the time or effort. Not to the point of not caring, but rather about being more conscious of the things that I actually care about. I have long been a fan of “don’t worry about things that I cannot change”, and also the idea of “don’t worry about the small stuff”, and that pretty much everything is “small stuff”. Conversely, that some things which may seem minor, or inconsequential, may actually have a significant impact on me, or someone else, and so are worthy of focus, of care. Not everything is “small stuff”. It doesn’t stop me having a flash…