I arose to an epiphany today that I think would be good to incorporate into a morning routine: is there any reason this should not be the happiest day of my life? If we begin each day’s journey with such sentiment, what would the implications be?

I’ve recently written about how nature provides a sort of reset against our comfortably conditioned approach to living. What could the daily ritual of asking this question provide?

By all considerable circumstances, we live the lives of royalty in bygone eras. Why not, why cannot this very moment, be an embrace of the present and of life itself?