Our life is made up of stories, 
And no one story is more interesting
or boring than the next.
Our life is made up of people,
And no one person is more valuable
Or worthless than the next.
Our life is made up of choices,
And no one choice is more right
or wrong than the next.

What, then, is the point, you ask?

The point…of view.

When you tell people
about the time way back when
you split your pants
doing a leprechaun heel-tap
in front of 80-100 people 
walking down a country dirt road
and you can laugh about it 
along with everyone who’s listening, 
that story becomes interesting. 

When you realize that the story
of the kid you tutored for one semester
in your senior year of college
who woke up one morning 
and decided to become a doctor
and was dedicated to that dream even though 
his own teachers didn’t believe in him
has impacted your own lack of dedication,
that person becomes valuable.

When you decide after much struggle
To do something you have never done before
Not because you never wanted to
But because you never thought it was right to do, 
And then you see that it was never a right or wrong thing,
But a “even though this is gonna hurt us a little, it’ll help us” thing
so you do it and it does hurt, but then it does help,
that choice becomes the right one.

In hindsight, everything is more interesting, everyone is more valuable, and every choice is more right. But there’s the rub. 

We can’t wait for hindsight to come before we live our lives.
So we live them. 
And when we look back on them, that’s when it happens.
That’s when the point matters.
How we view things in our past will change how we do things in our future.