To “make the ordinary miraculous” isn’t to romanticize everything or deny hardship; it is to practice a discipline of noticing and renewing. Persistent love keeps returning to the same people, the same tasks, and even the same internal struggles with a refusal to abandon them. That steadiness makes room for gratitude without forcing it.
In the end, Camus’s sentence reads like a quiet ethic: if we cannot always choose our circumstances, we can choose to cultivate them. By tending what is near with sustained care, we allow everyday life to reveal depths that were there all along. [...]
