The reality is that most days are much like the one before, most days are free of incident or excitement. They come with no agenda, they see us go through our routines and then they leave just as benignly.
Don’t get me wrong, I am not complaining, they are indeed welcomed. There is something o be said for routine. It gives us a chance to complete the mundane things in our ives. It also gives us a chance to recuperate, mentally, physically and emotionally, because no-one can lead a life that is fully switched on all the time. It provides us with stability and a form of security, even during difficult times. The routines that we engage in (wether forced or by choice) help us to gauge how we and those around us are feeling or coping with events, and life in general.
The trick is to not let the days pass without notice, for when they do, they turn into weeks and months, and sadly, then into years. Because even the ordinary days are worth noting.
They give us the chance to find something special in our days that would otherwise go unnoticed. The joy, beauty or intriguing things that would otherwise pass us by. The exquisite moments and things that make life extraordinary. I don't mean extravagant things. Excess is not my thing. It is a precious gift to find the treasure in the banal, it is there, but we learn to ignore it. Our eyes glaze over when faced with the humdrum, we learn to be blind to to the wonder and joy that surrounds us.
As Jonathon Swift said “There are none so blind as those who will not see. The most deluded people are those who choose to ignore what they already know.” You know it’s there, open your eyes. Live a little.