I have a question. Take a gander at the photo above. If your life looked like this every day, would you start to take it for granted?
Actually, that one is probably more like, why are you disturbing my bliss-y nap?
Do you think our capacity to appreciate the good moments relies on the existence of the bad ones? Does our baseline for happiness have to ride the rollercoaster of our emotions?
If we choose to hit reset as often as possible, to take a pause and appreciate what we do have, does our happiness and our minds start to resemble a wobbly top more than a never-ending game of bumper cars?
An old teacher once told me to think of a ringing bell, clear and bright. In the midst of the daily chaos, the bell (the pretend one in your head) is the reminder to come back to yourself, to be in the moment, and to be grateful for the breathing, for the air, the light, the people around you, the love that exists. Every moment exists as itself, and unattached to the one before it and the one after. Like goldfish, people, make your minds like goldfish.
That is all.