I am not certain where this phrase originated but it has been living in my head for a long time. Some people experience this statement as a negative one, feeling that life is monotonous and without joy. I think it means that real life is in the everyday things we do and experience. The sunset. Noisy family breakfasts with everyone talking at once. Late night talks with your teenager. The feel of sand on your feet. Pancakes shaped like Yoda. The rhythmic breath of a sleeping baby. The sound of pen on paper. Everyday things. Extraordinary things. This is the good stuff, folks. Let’s pay attention.
