Someone, somewhere, probably could use this thought like I did today:

“He had to choose between something he had become accustomed to and something he wanted to have. There was also the merchant’s daughter, but she wasn’t as important as his flock, because she didn’t depend on him. Maybe she didn’t even remember him. He was sure that it made no difference to her on which day he appeared: for her, every day was the same, and when each day is the same as the next, it’s because people fail to recognize the good things that happen in their lives every day that the sun rises.” (Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist – 10th Anniversary Edition)

The Alchemist is one of my all-time favorite books and I’m re-reading it at the moment (along with a lot of different things). Highly recommended.

Sort of related: I’ve been in the habit of taking my phone on me for my morning runs to help me recognize how different the same river and waterfall is each day I run by it.

Yes, my normal running route takes me along a river and by a waterfall. How great is that?

It’s worth thinking about how many of these kinds of things happen every day.