As I grow older, so much of what I pursued as a young man no longer matters to me. In the course of my lifetime, as the desire and drive for recognition faded away, I found myself left holding only the simplest of life’s treasures. Songs that did not register with me in my youth now create an unfamiliar and sweet emotion. A glance from my wife without an exchange of words can say more than the most eloquent romantic script. Those I once walked by in the hurried fulfillment of a personal agenda now catch my eye. All the dreams I pursued have now coalesced and have become a single dream, a dream of simplicity found only by living fully in the moment. It is the gift of being.