There are times when a great big Why smacks me in the face. And then the urge to -

I finally understand why you have to go this far. I can’t say it’s too much; it’s the logical conclusion.

I was not aware that we were put on earth for this. Were you?

Come. Breathe. You were seen truly, you were loved, you experienced a good amount; that is enough to be happy for. You lived. There is joy in that.

“And so, ‘little things’ start to seem somewhat different; no longer a petty distraction from a might destiny, no longer an insult to ambition, but a genuine pleasure amidst a litany of troubles, an invitation to bracket anxieties and keep self-criticism at bay, a small resting place for hope in a sea of disappointment. We appreciate the slice of toast, the friendly encounter, the long hot bath, the spring morning - and properly keep in mind how much worse it could, and probably will one day, be.”
- Gratitude for the Small Things, The School of Life