I hate how forgettable life tends to be.
I don’t know if you’ve noticed or not, but routine, inertia, and familiarity kidnap our memories every day. Significant things are said, potentially life-changing thoughts are thought, beautiful moments happen…and 24 hours later we hardly remember them.
A hundred beautiful colors bleed into one another, all of them eventually becoming together a vague shade of brown.
Sad.
Donald Miller, in his A Million Miles in a Thousand Years, suggests a fix. The solution, he says, is creating memorable scenes.
“When we look back on our lives, what we will remember are the crazy things we did, the times we worked harder to make a day stand out.”
He’s right. The bulk of my most vivid memories are of life-off-the-couch. Moments on vacation. A bike ride in the Netherlands. A hike along the Pacific coast. A proactive, awkward gesture of love. A spontaneous Christmas party.
To have a story worth telling, you must write a story worth telling.
The more often I break routine—do the unexpected, altar my setting, stick my neck out—the more moments I’ll have worth remembering.
No muddy vat of experiences for me, thank you. I’ll take a rainbow mosaic.