There is another layer to this phrase, one that stings a little. As I was moving ahead —implying that sometimes, you have no choice. Grief moves ahead. Healing moves ahead. The mundane Tuesday of work and dishes and emails moves ahead. You cannot stop for every glint of wonder; you would never arrive anywhere.

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But the tragedy is not that you keep moving. The tragedy would be if you stopped noticing .