Potted Philosophy - Life's Significant Moments

The most significant things in our lives only become some when (and if) we notice them.
It is worth considering then, how many significant moments pass us by because we are not simply looking.
Aye, there's the Exin TMPF exam rub.
For many life is what happens when they are busy doing other things. It ebbs and flows away like wine.
Sometimes the wine is sweet, sometimes it is bitter.
Where in our day to day life is there room for dreams, for hopes, for love outside of the immediate desires and lusts of the moment?
The wheel we place ourselves within, the day to day wheel I have allowed myself to be trapped within, serve to deny us some of the future our inner selves ache for.
Broken hearts and shattered dreams can define life inside 'the wheel'.
The rapid turning and spinning of the wheel at its edge blurs life's pages and stops us from seeing how we can obtain the things that really nourish and satisfy.
The stillness of the centre is only a memory for most and a forlorn hope for others.
Before we know it life takes away what it gives freely, and we end up lamenting the loves that labours lost.
I think, like many, I can list the significant moments I have noticed. The first that come to mind are often those which are edged with sorrow. Looking deeper I may find the ones that bring happiness...
But again are we, am I Exin MOFF.EN exam really, aware of those subtler, quieter significances that have come to define us (me)?
The softly spoken words of a friend, the fleeting recognition of a connection in the eyes of an acquaintance, the touch of an unrecognised lover who somewhere, some-when has tried to reach out and touch.
We are defined not only by those moments we recognise as being significant, but also by the subtle interplay of everything we touch and everything that touches us.
Shame we so rarely stop to look in order to recognise the tapestry of which we are a part.
Perhaps this is the message of this writing, if indeed meaning is something that needs to be defined.
The ability to refrain from accepting that 'things are as they are' but that we can look at them as forming the ties that bind and the threads that create.
As in the film the Matrix we are reminded that 'there is no spoon', Perhaps then, there is no daily treadmill other than the one we create in our minds.
Having said that the illusion of the 'hamster wheel' is an all pervasive one. It holds us tight within its circumference, secures us in its web of mundane concerns offering only the temporary respite, or hint of loves true meaning.
There are those who claim they are free from the material whilst not living an aesthetic life are perhaps even more deluded than the rest of us. To deny the need for the material, the legacy of the learning of others. To claim that they are their own sealed, alchemical vessel guided from an inner light perhaps ignores the true splendour and luminosity 250-314 of all that is contained within the Universe.
To recognise the stolen Shakesperian references in this post is to recognise that the way we understand life, the universe and everything is a result of the interactions we have with each other and between ourselves.