In the end, people
don't view their life as merely the average of all its moments—which, after
all, is mostly nothing much plus some sleep. For human beings, life is
meaningful because it is a story. A story has a sense of a whole, and its arc
is determined by the significant moments, the ones where something happens.
Measurements of people's minute-by-minute levels of pleasure and pain miss this
fundamental aspect of human existence. A seemingly happy life maybe empty. A
seemingly difficult life may be devoted to a great cause. We have purposes
larger than ourselves. [Atul Gawande, Being Mortal:
Medicine and What Matters in the End]
For some time Now I have gently but distinctly mocked the
phrase, in the end. I have put away my clipboards and checklists
and chosen to live in the moments as they unfold, learning and discovering
amazing things all the while.
Now, or at least in this moment, I see new hope in this
phrase. It has BEcome a foundation, my foothold on Life. I realise that I am
living this story and there is nothing more or less that I can DO but make
space for my story[ies] to live and breathe.
I BElieve we DO have “purposes larger than ourselves” and
that even I am fulfilling mine.
I love you, Currie
1 comment:
For some reason I was thinking of the play Our Town. It's all the little ordinary moments that make life so precious and full. Our Story. :)
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