For a long time, I believed that meaningful change only came from decisive moments. Big decisions. Clear turning points. Events that could be named and remembered. Ordinary days, by contrast, felt like something to get through rather than pay attention to. They passed quietly, rarely leaving a trace. It wasn’t until much later that I…

I often thought life’s meaning hid in grand gestures—awards, promotions, or dramatic adventures. But one ordinary Tuesday changed that notion. I was walking home from work, my bag slung over one shoulder, mind buzzing with unfinished emails. On the sidewalk, a little girl was chasing a paper airplane, her laughter cutting through the hum of…