we put off going to a friend's birthday with the thought that there will be another. we pass the chance to attend a love one's special day with the thought that it's just another celebration.
we miss one birthday, or a wedding or an anniversary - small moments that seem not to matter at all with the thought that we'll be able to make up for it... soon. we prioritize work with the excuse that our jobs will lead to a better life for ourselves and our loved ones.
until the kid becomes an adult, the birthday celebrator grows old and the anniversary is that of death. we let important "trivial" moments pass us by with the thought that another one will come along not realizing that we can run out of time.
how many times have i seen it? - a person in his deathbed looking back at the things he work so hard for. many realized that at work, they are just a headcount. another seat that needs to be always occupied. an employee that is replaceable and no one is indispensable.
when we die, we won't talk about how much work we accomplished. and work will never even, just for a moment, think about us. in our deathbeds, we would talk about the trivial things - people we hope we'll have the chance to spend even just a small amount of time to reconnect with. we'll revisit birthdays, weddings and anniversaries in our heads and to those who've missed a lot of those moments - in our lives or that of our loved ones, we'll resent the fact that we have to work so hard and our efforts had just been for naught.
to -many-trivial-moments!
