It's the little things...

I've been thinking more and more about the idea of the big moments in life, and the little moments, and how much value you place on them. Sure, the big moments are great...the incredible trips, or the dinners in fancy restaurants...but they don't make life truly special. Or, at least, to me they don't.

I don't think it works out well when people who view life so differently come together. When one views life as getting from point A to point B in the fastest time possible, with minimal interruptions, they don't understand why the other person wants to stop, enjoy the moment, and take everything in. And vice versa. When one person is more focused on the journey than the end result, the other person can't understand why the other person has to take so long to do anything. I'm not saying that one way of living is better than the other...it's just that they sometimes don't mesh too well.

Last year, we went on vacation to San Francisco. Absolutely beautiful city. I'd have to say it's one of my favourites. We were walking around in Union Square,
and I spotted a little French cafe. I suggested that we get a coffee and sit at one of the sidewalk tables.

"Why?"

"I don't know...just to get a coffee and watch the people go by."

We sat in quiet contemplation. I watched the people wander by. The shadows on the building across the street. The birds picking at the crumbs on the sidewalk.

After five minutes of sitting, Daemond looked at me and asked, "So, how long are we supposed to sit here?"

Spending time with Olivia has really made me be more focused on enjoying the moment. Just going for a walk with her is an experience: rocks have to be kicked; ants have to be conversed with; shadows have to be danced with.

I believe that how you view the ordinary is what truly makes your life extraordinary.