if there is anything to take away from this it is that life is ongoing, always ongoing, and whether you know it or not, it is filling up with little things that you are adding to it. tiny things, perhaps, but worthy things. important things. you learn a new recipe for making cinnamon rolls. that’s a worthy thing. you burn the minced garlic a dozen times before getting it right. that’s a worthy thing. you are a better friend this year than you were last year. that’s a worthy thing. you’ve found a new song that you’ve played to death on repeat but when you hear it 10 years from now it will bring a wash of emotion so powerful you will be brought right back and freeze and remember and marvel at all that has passed since then. that, too, is a worthy thing.
what you are made up of are these worthy things. they are not all Big Things done at a certain time, to a certain standard, not a checklist of Accomplishments that prove you can now be taken seriously as a human and that validate you being here. the burnt garlic is what validates you, the overplayed song, the new recipes, even the stretches of time in which it feels you have done nothing count to this, and even here it is not nothing – it is being. there are many ways of doing, not all of it holds a material result. being is one of them, the heavy and the light. and that more than anything, is the worthiest thing.
