We think that it's the big moments that define our lives-the wedding, the baby, the new house, the dream job. But really, these big moments of happiness are just the punctuation marks of our personal sagas. The narrative is written every day in the small, the simple, and the common. In your tiny choices, in these tiny changes. In the unconsidered. The overlooked. The discarded. The reclaimed.

In all my years of counselling those near death, I've yet to hear anyone say they wish they had spent more time at the office

I don't think there's anything on this planet that more trumpets life that the sunflower. For me that's because of the reason behind its name. Not because it looks like the sun but because it follows the sun. During the course of the day, the head tracks the journey of the sun across the sky. A satellite dish for sunshine. Wherever light is, no matter how weak, these flowers will find it. And that's such an admirable thing. And such a lesson in life.

There are so many fragile things, after all. People break so easily, and so do dreams and hearts.

Men dislike being awakened from their death in life.

Old age is like a plane flying through a storm. Once you're aboard, there's nothing you can do.