The Little Things

I was just reading a blog (this one), and it got me to thinking. People miss out on all the good things in life. We are blinded by the grandeur of the big, in your face, exciting things in life, and it is only after it is all over that we realize the little details that we miss, even though we may not have consciously noticed them at the time. I think of going on a long vacation, and after it is over you find yourself missing those first couple of moments you spent each day, groggy, sober, so quiet and peaceful, before the craziness of vacation started up again.

I think of missing a person, how suddenly little things like the lines around her eyes, or the food she wouldn't eat become the things you remember most.

I think of sitting on a city street, watching everybody hurry by. If you just sit still for a moment and look, you can see the stillness and beauty that surrounds you, the little corners and shaded places nobody else notices. There is beauty there, and some day I hope to be in tune enough to see this beauty all of the time, this ever present, unending beauty. I don't want to look back and see a life I took for granted. I want to appreciate every moment. This is my life, and I only get one chance to get this one right.