Today I read the Pulitzer Prize-winning play "Our Town," written in 1938.
At the end, one of the main characters has died and her post-mortal self goes back to watch a scene from her life.
When the other dead spirits warn her that it would be too painful to re-experience her best memories,
she chooses a fairly ordinary day--her 12th birthday.
As she witnesses the events, she becomes distressed as she sees how they all take life for granted.
"It goes so fast. We don't have time to look at one other," she exclaims as she breaks down sobbing.
"Oh, earth, you're too wonderful for anybody to realize you," she continues.
And then she asks, "Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it?"
My life is simple--composed primarily of events that most would classify as "ordinary."
But that is my goal--to live in the moment and to "realize life" while I live it.
Because those simple, ordinary, every-day moments carry with them exquisite beauty if we choose to see it.