The Wishbone Alphabet – an experiment, of course, with attitude, life and the eponymous soup.
Deliberating misusing the word ‘miracle’ to describe the acknowledgment of a unique or universal quality of a particular moment is my gentle protest against the way such moments are undervalued.
Simple, ordinary things, if acknowledged, increase appreciation, make life happier, encourage a centred happiness over the chasing of unsustainable euphoria, although it makes exhilaration easier to acknowledge too, bringing a reflective quality to high and low points.
People don’t necessarily choose to overlook the meaningful, only too often the definition of success centres on the external stuff.
You may have been asked to describe a sunset, for example, but have you been asked to marvel at it, to be transformed by the universal beauty of it? Would that get you a better standing in society- please take a minute here to imagine a society in which your ability to love a sunset made you upwardly mobile…I am being a bit ridiculous of course, but all to purpose.
A little comedy helps, though some of the most deeply important miracle moments have no laughter in them.
When someone you love dies, that is a significant instance- you wouldn’t say you treasured it, but you couldn’t really fail to acknowledge the magnitude.
In death, the value of life is truly apparent. Which is the crux of everything I do- one day this will be gone, and you will have done what you’ve done, seen what you’ve seen, said what you’ve said; will you have appreciated your life, your actions, your experiences?
If you can face the abyss with a smile, maybe that’s the defining point of a successful life.