I read that people who work in hospices and assist people who know they will be transitioning aren’t having the big conversations we assume they are having.
They say at the end of life it’s not the big things that matter but the little everyday things that do.
They are best served by doing things that keep them in the moment with no emphasis on the future.
Finding the beauty and magic in the everyday things we take for granted would enrich all of our lives… it’s probably better if we don’t save that for the end.
I was thinking about this several times last week… and wondering what the normal everyday things in my life were that I had been taking for granted.
It didn’t take long before I realized it was everything.
Nevermind what Mother Nature is capable of…no matter what I was doing, there was something extraordinary around me created by man.
My truck, paved roads, my hot tea, the cup it was in, my warm fuzzy boots, right down to my pen and paper… it didn’t matter what it was, when I looked at it from the angle that I could be gone tomorrow and never see or use it again… everything seemed quite incredible.
The more I looked around, the more I became amazed at the world around me and how we have created it, that alone is a beautiful thing.