There are very few things in this world that one could call important. Importance is permitted only in silence. It is when something is so relevant to everything that you are forced to pay attention. This is a subjective judgment but that does not make this less valid. Importance may go back to child hood, to the deep battles brewing in the soul. Those moments you do daily are related and connected in a loop that is given wholeness. It is monster that keeps coming back again and again. If your life were flashing before your eyes, the events you saw would be the things that are important. When these things are joined to a something else deeply and forcefully that thing by extension carries new weight.
But not all important things are created equal. Things may end up creating hierarchies of importance. Some things seem trivial when talking about them in a detached and analytic mode, you only appreciate them when you are in tears. And memories of nights of hell vanish until they reappear ever beating down on your back. The more issues you have with something, the more it haunts you. This haunting is what the important is.
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