We love life, not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving.

Attachment to being alive does not come from habit. Routine alone would make life dull rather than dear; what keeps it worth having is that you have practiced caring about things and people. Love is the muscle, and living is where it gets used. When life feels flat, it is usually because that practice has thinned, not because the days themselves ran out of content.

If the weeks have gone gray, look at what you have stopped tending rather than what you have stopped getting. Pick one person or one thing and give it real attention for an hour.