Why do we worry so much? Why is there a constant voice at the back of our heads screaming that all good things will eventually come to an end? We have a knack for thinking the worst and I don’t blame us. Life usually gives us a reason to think so.
I recently caught myself going over these lines from Man’s Search for Meaning written by Viktor Frankl, “What did the prisoner dream about most frequently? Of bread, cake, cigarettes, and nice warm baths.” These are all things you and I take for granted.
Nice warm baths.
I think I might just appreciate them more now.
I was thinking of all the little things I enjoy the most and I came up with these 3 things:
- The fresh scent of coffee brewing early in the morning, even though I’m not much of a coffee drinker myself.
- Feeling the cooler side of the pillow when you turn it over.
- People smiling.
We really need to get lost in the now more, no?