I don't remember who it was who wrote,"I'd rather be a dissatisfied Socrates than a satisfied pig." It's been years since I first read the line; I've thought about it a lot since.
It's hard not to fill up on Life's special moments... ignore the flowers and the gentle breezes... the children at play daring you not to smile.
Still, I think it's a mistake to miss the forest for the trees... become so intoxicated by Earth's beauty that you don't realize it comes with an expiration date. Take a look North. It'll be a while before another Spring