If Only…

It seems to me that there's a natural human instinct to look at our lives, to see all the ways in which it doesn't make us fulfilled, and to say, “If only...”



I think the truth, the scary truth, is that we look at our ordinary lives, our ordinary families, our ordinary cars, our ordinary houses, our ordinary town, and we are frightened by what we see; or rather, we're frightened by what we don't see—something extraordinary. We are nothing special, nothing worth noting. If we died tomorrow, would anyone outside our small extended families notice or care?