Some Things Are Worth Keeping
The objects we inherit can carry more than memories.
I inherited this old Remington typewriter years ago.
It is a Remington Standard No. 30, a machine from an era when a typewriter like this was a serious working tool. Someone once sat in front of it, pressed those keys, and used it to put words and numbers onto paper.
Today, of course, there are much easier ways to write.
So why did I keep it?
Because not everything we value needs to remain useful.
Some objects become important because of where they came from, who used them, or the memories and connections they represent. Their practical purpose may disappear while their personal meaning grows.
This typewriter became one of those objects for me.
What We Pass Along
Eventually, I gave the typewriter to my youngest son.
By then I wasn't really giving him an old piece of office equipment. I was passing along something that had existed before either of us owned it, had come into my life, stayed with me for a time, and was now becoming part of his.
I think that's one of the interesting things about inherited objects.
Their value isn't necessarily financial. Sometimes their real value is that they provide a physical connection between people and different periods of their lives.
A typewriter becomes more than a typewriter.
A watch becomes more than a watch.
A photograph becomes more than a photograph.
The object stays essentially the same. What changes is the meaning we attach to it.
Some Things Don't Need to Be Useful
We live in a time when replacing things is easy. When something becomes outdated, inefficient, or unnecessary, getting rid of it often makes perfect sense.
But usefulness isn't the only measure of value.
Some things deserve to be kept because they remind us where we came from, who came before us, or what we want someone after us to remember.
I kept this old typewriter for years.
Then I gave it to my son.
Perhaps that's what keeping something sometimes means. Not holding onto it forever, but knowing when it's time for someone else to become part of its story.
I don't need this typewriter to write anymore.
But I'm glad its story didn't end with me.
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Why Some Moments Stay With Us.
Memory doesn't preserve every moment. It preserves the moments that eventually mean something.
Our brains aren't trying to create a perfect record of our lives. They're constantly sorting experiences, asking, Does this matter?
Often, the answer doesn't come until years later.
A brief conversation. A chance meeting. A line from a poem. At the time, they may seem ordinary. Looking back, they become turning points.
Perhaps that's why our life stories change. The past doesn't change, but the meaning we discover in it does.
Maybe small moments aren't really small at all. Maybe they're simply the moments our minds eventually recognize as the ones that shaped us.
When we look back, we don't just remember our lives. We discover them.
Is Perfection the Problem, or Is It Pride?
When is something good enough?
When should we keep working until it becomes excellent?
And when does the pursuit of perfection stop serving the work and begin serving something in ourselves?
I used to think the distinction was fairly simple.
When your contribution is “good enough,” you recognize that it is part of a larger goal. It supports the plan and the other people working toward the same purpose.
When your contribution is “excellent,” you recognize that the quality of your work matters. You want it to stand on its own and strengthen whatever larger purpose it serves.
But perfection is more complicated.
I once thought that pursuing perfection usually meant spending too much time on one part of a larger effort. One person’s insistence on flawless work could delay everyone else, disrupt the larger project, or draw too much attention to one contribution.
I still think that can happen.
But I am no longer sure that the desire for perfection is itself the problem.
There are times when extraordinary care matters. Some work deserves another revision, another examination, another attempt to make it better. A person who takes deep pride in what they do may achieve something that would never have been possible if they had settled for “good enough.”
So perhaps the better question is not whether perfection is good or bad.
Perhaps the question is: What is driving us toward it?
Pride can be a powerful motive.
But pride itself has more than one face.
There is the pride of doing something as well as we are capable of doing it. That kind of pride can produce discipline, patience, persistence, and excellence. It can keep us working after others might have stopped.
Then there is the pride that depends on comparison.
C. S. Lewis wrote, “Pride gets no pleasure out of having something, only out of having more of it than the next man.”
That is a different motive.
We may tell ourselves we are pursuing excellence when what we really want is recognition. We may continue polishing the work not because it needs improvement, but because we need it to prove something about us.
The work is no longer enough.
We need to be noticed for it.
We need our contribution to stand above the contributions of others.
We need perfection not because the project requires it, but because our self-image does.
That may be where the pursuit of perfection becomes dangerous.
The difference between excellence and unhealthy perfectionism may not be found in the quality of the result. It may be found in the motive behind the effort.
Am I still improving this because the work needs it?
Or because I need something from the work?
Am I trying to make the whole project better?
Or am I trying to make my part of it impossible to overlook?
Am I contributing?
Or am I competing?
These questions become especially important when our work is part of something larger.
If a project depends on many people, the purpose of our contribution should be to strengthen the whole. Excellence should lift the efforts of others, not diminish them. Our desire to make one part flawless should not prevent the larger work from moving forward.
But there are also times when the work points directly to us.
A book. A painting. A performance. A piece of craftsmanship. A decision for which we alone are responsible.
In those moments, the pursuit of perfection may not be prideful at all. It may be an expression of respect for the work, gratitude for our abilities, or a refusal to give less than we know we can give.
And perhaps some pride is necessary.
Without pride in our work, would we care enough to keep improving it?
Without the belief that what we do matters, would we push beyond adequacy toward excellence?
The problem may not be pride itself.
The problem may be what we ask pride to do for us.
Healthy pride says, “I want to do this as well as I can.”
Unhealthy pride says, “I need this to prove that I am better.”
One serves the work.
The other eventually makes the work serve us.
So the choice may not be between good enough, excellence, and perfection.
The more revealing question may be why we need the work to be perfect.
Sometimes the answer will tell us to stop.
Sometimes it will tell us to keep going.
Becoming Is Not a Destination
We often imagine growth as arrival.
One day we will feel confident. One day we will feel clear. One day we will finally become who we are meant to be.
This expectation is subtle but powerful. It assumes that identity culminates. It assumes there is a finished version of ourselves waiting at the end of enough effort, experience, and self-discovery.
But identity rarely operates that way.
Growth is not a single shift. It is a series of revisions that occur over time. We learn, adapt, recover, reconsider, and adjust. Becoming is not a destination. It is participation in an ongoing process.
The idea of arrival can quietly distort the way we see ourselves. If we believe there is a finished version of who we should already be, then every setback feels like failure. Every uncertainty feels like evidence that we are falling behind.
Yet formation never fully ends.
There is no final edition of you. There are seasons of life, periods of refinement, and moments that reshape the way you understand yourself and the world around you. Growth continues even when it is difficult to see.
Much of modern culture celebrates dramatic reinvention. We hear stories about the new city, the new career, the new identity, or the new narrative. These changes certainly happen, but lasting growth is often much less dramatic than we imagine.
More often, growth appears in small shifts that accumulate over time. You respond differently than you once did. You recover more quickly from disappointment. You become more patient with uncertainty. You listen more carefully. You react less impulsively.
No announcement marks these changes. There is no ceremony recognizing them. Yet they matter.
In many ways, the most significant changes in our lives happen quietly. They occur beneath the surface through repetition, reflection, and experience. Because they happen gradually, we often overlook them until we look back and realize we are not quite the same person we used to be.
Growth that depends on spectacle rarely lasts. Growth that depends on repetition becomes part of who we are.
Perhaps that is why patience matters so much. We do not become through a single breakthrough moment. We become through countless ordinary moments that slowly shape our thinking, our habits, and our responses.
You do not wait to become.
You practice becoming.
Daily.
Through interpretation.
Through repetition.
Through revision.
You are not meant to become someone else entirely. You are meant to refine. And refinement requires patience.
Perhaps one of the great surprises of life is that growth often becomes visible only in hindsight. We spend years wondering whether we are changing, only to discover that the person looking back is already different from the person who began the journey.
This essay is adapted from themes explored in my book What Matters: We Are the Sum of Small Moments.
Most Communication Breaks Down Quietly
Most communication doesn’t break down in obvious ways.
It happens quietly.
A response that comes a little too quickly. A point made, but not fully understood. A conversation that ends without truly resolving anything.
Nothing dramatic.
Just a subtle sense that something was missed.
Over time, those moments accumulate.
Not because we don’t know how to communicate, but because we’re often reacting instead of noticing.
We hear, but don’t fully listen. We respond, but don’t always consider what’s underneath. We move the conversation forward—but not necessarily deeper.
I’ve come to think of communication less as a skill and more as a form of awareness in motion.
Not simply what we say.
But how present we are when we say it.
That shift, small as it sounds, changes a great deal.
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When You Start Noticing More, but Say “So What?”
There’s a point where you start to notice more.
Not in a dramatic way.
Just in small moments.
A pause. A reaction. A thought you didn’t question before.
You see it more clearly than you used to.
And sometimes the first response is simple:
So what.
I’ve been thinking about that more lately.
For most of my life, my focus was on a career.
There was structure. Progress. A clear sense of what counted as success.
And in many ways, it worked.
But looking back, it feels less connected to who I think I was trying to become.
The years I’ve spent writing feel different. Closer, in some way, to something I had in mind but didn’t fully understand at the time.
Not more successful. Just more aligned.
What’s changed isn’t everything around me.
It’s the way I notice what’s already there.
Small moments are easier to see now. They don’t pass as quickly.
There’s more space around them.
But that creates a different kind of question.
If you notice more, what does that actually change?
You can have a moment of clarity.
An insight. A quiet realization that something could be adjusted.
And still walk right past it.
This is where the idea of reinvention shifts.
It’s not about breaking free from who you used to be in a dramatic way.
It’s about what you do with what you now see.
For a long time, growth felt like adding something.
A new direction. A new identity. A better version of yourself just ahead.
Now it feels different.
Less about adding. More about refining.
Maybe that’s what these small moments are for.
Not to impress anyone. Not to create visible change right away.
But to give you something quieter.
A chance to adjust.
To respond slightly differently. To speak more carefully. To notice where you’re still reacting out of habit instead of intention.
There isn’t always a visible result.
Sometimes nothing changes outwardly at all.
But something shifts in how you carry yourself through the next moment.
That may not feel like much.
But it’s not nothing.
Maybe the value isn’t in the moment itself.
It’s in what becomes possible because you saw it.
When You Feel Too Small to Matter
(A reflection for the What Matters series)
There are times when the world feels like it’s shifting too fast to steady—when institutions we trusted seem fragile, and good people quietly wonder whether anything they do still matters.
It’s easy to feel powerless. You can vote, write, speak, reach out and still watch the world tilt toward noise, anger, or indifference. Eventually, a familiar thought appears: I’m just one person. But that sentence has never told the whole story.
Change rarely begins with power. It begins with conscience. Every conversation grounded in honesty. Every moment of restraint when others rush to react. Every sentence that clarifies rather than inflames.
These are small acts, often unnoticed. But they are also the hinges on which history quietly turns.
You don’t have to fix everything. You only have to remain the kind of person who still believes clarity, kindness, and truth are worth defending—not through volume, but through example.
Influence isn’t always visible. But it is cumulative. The quiet work of integrity spreads in ways the loudest voices never see.
So write. Speak. Listen.
Hold to your values even when you doubt their reach. Because in a world that feels out of control, how we act and communicate may be the only kind of control that truly matters.
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The Unseen Influence of Integrity
We often think influence means visibility, followers, recognition, and measurable reach.
But the truth is, the most lasting influence rarely comes from those in the spotlight.
Integrity works quietly.
It’s the calm correction that never makes a headline, the private apology that heals more than it hurts, the choice to stay honest when no one would know otherwise.
You may never see the full effect of doing the right thing.
Still, each moment of decency builds something larger, a shared sense of trust that outlives our names or posts or positions.
What we model in silence becomes the example others follow without even realizing it.
The child who watches patiently. The friend who notices restraint. The colleague who remembers your fairness when it’s their turn to decide.
Integrity’s influence is cumulative, not performative.
It doesn’t ask to be noticed; it simply endures.
So keep choosing honesty when shortcuts tempt you.
Keep showing kindness when cynicism feels easier.
Keep believing that quiet integrity changes more than visible outrage ever could.
Because in the end, what we sustain through our character, even when unseen, becomes the real foundation on which everything else stands
Everything Comes Down to Small Moments
When I think about What Matters, I always return to the truth that everything comes down to small moments.
Decisions are made in small moments. Even when we expect them to lead to big results, they begin with small steps, tiny shifts that slowly change our direction.
That’s what this book is about: slowing down enough to notice the moments that matter, the ones that quietly shape who we become.
What Matters is not about quick fixes or grand philosophies—it’s about presence, connection, and the choices that guide us through change.
Sometimes the smallest moments leave the biggest mark. Which ones have shaped your story?
We often look back and realize that the turning points in our lives weren’t the dramatic milestones we expected, but the simple choices made in quiet moments—a conversation, a decision to try, a pause before moving forward. Those are the moments that shift the course of a day, and eventually, the course of a life.
“The turning points in life often begin as quiet, ordinary moments that slowly change everything.”
This reflection is inspired by themes explored in my book What Matters, which looks more closely at how small moments shape who we become.
Why I Wrote What Matters
This book’s title—What Matters: We Are the Sum of Small Moments- marks a natural pause for me as the author of fifteen books. It’s a moment to look back and ask a deeper question: what have I really been writing about all along?
In many ways, my books have been a long-form attempt to answer that very question: what matters? The answers have changed over time, just as I’ve changed. But through it all, the writing has been rooted in a deep curiosity about identity, growth, and the people who shape our stories.
Most of my books have focused on the self—self-reflection, self-awareness, and personal responsibility. But over time, I’ve come to realize that relationships are inseparable from this work. They’re not just something we have; they’re part of who we become. Relationships open the door to reinvention. They teach us about boundaries, purpose, love, and resilience. They challenge our assumptions and offer us mirrors—sometimes flattering, sometimes not—of how we show up in the world.
Two of my earlier works—Embrace Life's Randomness and Why Life Stories Change—both wrestle with the tension between what happens to us and how we interpret it. They explore how we respond to uncertainty, whether we see ourselves as agents of change or passengers of fate, and how we create meaning from moments we never expected.
Those books raised questions I still think about:
Can we live by a steady personal code even in a chaotic world?
Are we defined more by what we choose—or by what we endure?