I can so relate to this excerpt. I am an ardent lover of
the mundane, it defines me like nothing else does. 😊 Maybe because I take nothing for granted.
Every change of the light is a gift.
Jack Gilbert also expressed it so beautifully, in this poem:
"I have lost two thousand habitual
breakfasts with Michiko. What I miss most about
her is that commonplace I can no longer remember."
"You'll miss the mundane walk from the post office to the store to the house--the dog greeting you; the neighbors waving; the breeze on your face. You'll miss the slow woman who disrupted your pace.
You won't know this until the walk is difficult or impossible.
There is something to loving the mundane--Thornton Wilder, I believe, dealt
with this, to great and roaring cynicism. Be awake and alive and present,
because this is your own great and gilded age, and it's going to slip away with
brutal swiftness.
People pay small fortunes to see a whale for three seconds or an eagle fly
ahead, but they race through their one and only life. I'm fairly positive that
I'll regret my stupidity the most in my final moment of awareness."
Alec Guinness, Interview with James Grissom
