Is the beauty of life found in the mundane?
On this lovely midsommer afternoon (actually a morning in October in Budapest far from Sweden), I am faced with this poignant question.
I have been seeking purpose for a while now. Seeking an all-consuming goal. Looking for that one thing that’ll make me drop everything else and hone in on that which I feel irresistibly ‘called’ to but today, I’m faced with a different perspective.
Through a conversation with a colleague a bit more ahead in this cycle of life, I ask what he looks forward to the next year (it’s his birthday tomorrow) and although he starts out grim saying he isn’t excited about growing older, he mentions something afterwards that I believe is profound. He says, ‘I’ve begun to appreciate nature a bit more’.
That’s interesting.
Nothing special. No extravagant party. No balloons. No exclusive memberships. No awards. He’s just learning more so to appreciate what was...