Quest for significance and glamour.

I wonder. How many truly memorable days have I lived?  Probably not very many. Most days are made to be forgotten. Forever. Routine days. Spent going through the motions of living. Discarded days. Nothing worth remembering. I wonder. If that makes me unusual. Or is this the pattern with most people? Living relatively humdrum lives. Though in recent years, I've learned to savor. Even the small stuff. By noticing what I may have overlooked before. A sunset. A chirping bird. A stranger that I might have otherwise ignored.  A fresh scent.  Every day. Every night. I write. Reflections. Musings. My random thoughts. Looking. Looking always. For significance and glamour. In ordinary life. --Jim Broede