The Moments In Between

At my brother’s graduation last week, a student wrote a beautiful speech on memories – about how we have a natural tendency to not see the magic in our everyday occurances until we are desperately trying to hang onto them, once we know an ending is near. And she said something that really resonated with me: at what point does the boring become tangible? Why do we wait until an ending to hang onto a beginning? To notice what’s in between?

It’s natural of us to do this, of course… it’s human nature. But when we are aware of it, perhaps we can begin to look at every blue sky, every hurried morning, every average start to our day as the gift it is.

Because those “average” moments become our life. They become our memories. They become what we long for after a chapter closes.

Take the time to notice.
To hang on.
To write it down, to record it, to
say thank you for it all.
This is our life, and how beautiful
is it to see it just as it is.