The redemption of the mundane

The realm of our experiences is all we know. Sometimes I kick myself for not being more visionary. I feel guilty for being so mundane. But when I think about what my life is--mundane--how can I reasonably expect to be anything but? I'm being unfairly harsh on myself, even cruel, if I expect myself to experience things beyond my everyday world and life.

The redemption of the mundane: life is proof that the mundane matters somehow. I mean, life is ultimately purposeful for most people who mature somewhat in a career, raise a family, build friendships, age, etc. We may not know exactly what it all means but at the same time we know that we've grown and ended up somewhere better (hopefully) than where we started. We should respect ourselves, at least, for working hard and not throwing in the towel. The miracle is that this success is somehow the product of showing up at work everyday, changing daipers, going to doctors appointments, helping friends out when they need it. etc. Life under a microscope is so unglamorous...even pointless. But when you step back and look at it--if you've given it a good try, accepted and lived up to whatever responsibilities you've given yourself--it becomes an opportunity to grow and gain wisdom.