Cherishing the ordinary, bearing tediousness, and nurturing simplicity are essential to find peace and fulfillment. Life, experiences, and people will not always, and will not often, be amazing, unforgettable and meaningful. But that does not make the giftedness of life any less. Like the seasons of life, there will be darkness and cold, warmth and light, fertility and barrenness, birth and death.
The waiting, the in-between moments, the seeming lack of direction or meaning, the gray and dark times are our crossroads. There is a space to be still, silent and uncertain. It is in these moments that we listen to our heart, our inner voice, the wisdom of generations that raised and nurtured us, the pain of others and possibilities before us. There is no one else who knows us as well as we know ourselves: our pains, hopes, dreams, our weaknesses and strengths, our commitments. It is in these moments of hunger, grief, displeasure, questioning, vulnerability and emptiness that we deepen our understanding of ourselves and humanity.
But like the sunrise after a seemingly endless night, the budding of flowers and bearing of fruit after what looked like dying, the harvest after the long wait, life will burst forth. And then our learnings, triumphs and celebrations have meaning. They are not thoughtless, fleeting and empty joys. Rather, they are felt in the depths of our souls.