We take life for granted. Every single day. Yesterday I was sitting with my 94 year old grandad. He wanted to watch the sport and needed help with the TV remote.

Something I don't even think about, I just grab it and go. For him it was genuinely confusing. The buttons, the inputs, the menus. The world moved on and he's still here trying to keep up with it.
And then it hit me. This man has been alive for 94 years. He's seen more than I'll probably ever see. But right now, in this moment, he just wants to watch the footy and he needs his grandson to help him do it.
We spend so much time chasing things. Money, status, growth, the next milestone, other peoples satisfaction and yet, none of it means anything if you're not present for the moments that actually matter. Sitting with someone you love. Helping them with something small. Being there.
He won't be here forever. None of us will and I guarantee when that day comes I'm not going to remember what the market did this week. I'm going to remember sitting next to him, sorting out his remote, watching him settle into his chair when the game came on.
Slow down. Call someone you haven't called in a while (friend or family). Visit someone who'd love to see your face. The stuff that feels small right now is the stuff you'll miss the most later.