I think we CAN dream about the future and how to obtain it while taking note of life around us. I find it dificult to do chores sometimes. Not because I’m lazy (ok, because i’m lazy) but because I keep thinking “what else could I be doing with this time?” like writing a book, posting on my blog, calling an old friend, just spending time with my gf, the list goes on. Sometimes we get too caught up in “life” to actually appreciate it.

I think *insert famous and respected person’s name here* said it best when they said:

*Insert famous literary quote here*

- “Famous person”

“Life is just what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans.”
– Beautiful Boy (Darling Boy)

Ever since I came across that line, I’ve tried to be more appreciative of the little things that truly do comprise the majority of our lives.

@Muze: You’re 100% correct — it is all a matter of perspective. Which is why I find the polarized responses to my post so interesting. Most have inferred a tone of resignation, while some have touched on the positive aspects of it. I admit that my mind was closer to the former when I wrote it, but it was the hint of hope in George’s words that made her character’s thoughts so appealing to me. Within the common “drudgery” of life are miracles that fail to notice every day.

So for me the post was part resignation but also part re-dedication to trying to appreciate those daily miracles just as you suggest.

As for adventure — You have to make that happen, and again, it’s all in the perspective. Two years ago I was lucky enough to go to Hawaii. I was only there 5 days and all I did was the ‘touristy’ stuff. But each day I got up early, looked outside and thought to myself “I am in Hawaii!”

When you look at your children, stop thinking of the generics [Damn, she's getting tall] and think of the little details [Damn! This time last year she was two inches shorter. Her bones and muscles are growing, she's getting her coordination. Look at her run!]

I choose to create my adventures. I will pick a road I’ve never been on [literal roads, like US 19 or a county route], pull over and look at the fields, stop beside the road and take some pictures.

We have become desensitized to so many things. We don’t notice the bird song because of the vehicle noise, we don’t notice the groundhog by the highway because we are talking on the cell.

It’s a shame.

I vote for something in between accepting drudgery and aspiring to impossible dreams. There are definitely a lot of everyday miracles that we don’t pay attention to, but I think we should strive for a job/business/occupation that we at least like, even if it’s not magical. That’s reasonable enough, isn’t it?