Let’s count off just a few of life’s minor miracles.
A couple of months ago I climbed inside a giant steel tube, which then left the ground and flew nearly one-fifth of the world’s circumference before dropping me off on top of a pile of volcanic rock in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.
Then I had dinner at a beautiful ocean-side restaurant with friends who had traveled even further than I had.
The next day, I watched the sun rise at the rim of a dormant volcano, some 10,000 feet above sea level. Then I climbed on a bicycle and rode down that same volcano. Three hours later, I was at the Maui shoreline.
Ten thousand feet to sea level in three hours. Miraculous.
Not everyone has the opportunity to do stuff like this. I get that. That’s why I’m taking advantage of it now. Opportunities like these may never come again.
Then again, I may never have the opportunity to do the stuff you’re doing today. Your miracles might run laps around mine. For your sake, I hope they do.
A disturbingly (and all-too) American bumper sticker once declared, “He who dies with the most toys wins.”
Whoever wrote that is an idiot.
A life well lived, I’m learning, is about experiences. It’s about the stuff you do, not the stuff you own.
Do stuff. Do a lot of it. Do it with people you love. Share that joy.
It’s a big world, full of big experiences, and you’ve got one short life to see it all.