Children grow up.  Friends move away.  Parents pass on.

We miss out on sunsets, and sunrises;  we miss out on walks in the woods and float trips on the river.  And we can’t even remember the reason for the fits and fights and pity parties that seemed so justified at the time.

It should be obvious what’s really important.  But we find so many ways to rationalize the irrational.

Stubborn, aren’t we?

So smile more, give more compliments, hug your kids, call your parents, take time out for friends.

Sure, it’s all a cliche.  But after all, don’t cliches become cliches because they’re true?