Your mundane life is made up of a series of mundane inextricably linked to terrible and beautiful and perplexing says experienced by another. Everyone of your normals is someone else’s never-going-to-forget or might-not-live-to-see-tomorrow. And suddenly those mundane days are something to appreciate. You might be finishing up a normal shift at work and somebody else may have gotten shot 3 times in the belly and once in the leg on their shift at work. A shift that they thought would be just another normal day. And so it goes that every day on earth, every passing moment is filled with a level of high drama. Both positive and negative. No way to speculate if it’s balanced. We have to believe in a sense of justice, someone meausring the scales, but it will never be anything more than a belief. And so it goes that today I had a mundane day. A day where I spent a little too much time thinking, being in my head. A day where I had the opportunity to console someone, and I made good on it. A day where I created laughter. A day where I loved and was loved better than I deserve. It occurs to me that there is high drama in every crystalline moment. The difference is awareness. And the key to cultivating that awareness just might be reflection seamlessly transitioning to a focus on this one given moment. Because all too soon we find ourselves shot in the belly. High drama. We all die. High drama.