Minutiae

It is only at the end of a long and winding trail that one can stop and look upon the path trudged upon so long, upon the hills and valleys scaled and the rocks and roots stumbled over on the way. And it's only upon the looking, there at the end, that one gets a sense of perspective. When a path is taken one step at a time, it is hard to measure exactly how long it might be.

The process of reflecting upon a life is much the same. While there is beauty in the day-to-day minutiae, it's hard to gauge one's progress on a day-to-day basis.

Sometimes, I feel as though this is all I ever write about. Is there more to life than this?

For today, I can content myself with minutiae.