That it will never come again is what makes life sweet.

Nothing you are living through will be repeated, and that is the source of its flavour rather than a flaw in the arrangement. A morning you could have again a thousand times would be worth very little. Scarcity is what makes attention possible. The same fact that makes goodbyes hard is the one that makes an ordinary afternoon worth looking at.

Pick something this week that you do often and give one instance of it your whole attention. A walk with someone, a meal, a drive home. You will notice details you have been walking past for years, and the noticing costs nothing.