~We do not remember days, we remember moments.~
I’m enjoying all of these moments in my life more and more now. Or maybe I’m just more aware of them.
They are each, on their own, such small and delicate gifts, so ephemeral and elusive.
They are taken for granted, often forgotten, and so easily lost, yet in our busy world they are what keep most of us sane.
An ice cold lemonade, a foot massage, a sunset. They are what we cling to when all around is dark.
In times like these, during our Great Recession, and amidst horrible natural disasters, I find myself thinking more and more about the little things in life, and how truly important they really are.
Of course, a Royal Wedding now and again is always nice, too.
I am reminded of one of my favorite scenes from The Lord of the Rings:
Frodo: I can’t do this, Sam.
Sam: I know. It’s all wrong. By rights we shouldn’t even be here. But we are. It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.
Frodo: What are we holding onto, Sam?
Sam: That there’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo… and it’s worth fighting for.