I've been thinking a lot about the moments in life that we remember. I call them deathbed moments, the things you'll think of when you look back on your life. I used to focus on big events, like driving to Glacier Point on a full moon night, seeing the Milky Way at Pinecrest, or the birth of my children.
Today, as I was driving to see Lauren for what might be a tough conversation, I realized something. I've started to appreciate everything with the same gratitude and respect. It's not just the big, special moments that matter. It's every single day. It's every moment. It's like taking a sip of coffee on a cold morning and feeling warmth in your hands, just like in the movie Wings of Desire. This makes me feel grateful for everything I have. This life is so rich that even small things, like a drop of rain on a windshield or helping an injured bird, become important.
These small moments are just as important as the big ones. They make up our waking life and are part of our story. We often take them for granted while paying more attention to dramas or comedies we watch or read about. But remember, your life is your own story.
