“In the end, people don’t view their life as merely the average of all of its moments—which, after all, is mostly nothing much plus some sleep. For human beings, life is meaningful because it is a story. A story has a sense of a whole, and its arc is determined by the significant moments, the ones where something happens . . . Unlike your experiencing self—which is absorbed in the moment—your remembering self is attempting to recognize not only the peaks of joys and valleys of misery but also how the story works out as a whole. . . . in stories, endings matter” (238-239).
If the meaning of a life is revealed not through an accurate account of your day-to-day experience, but through a narrative that dwells on significant moments, should we focus more on achieving great things than we do on simple pleasures?
If the stories we tell have a significant effect on our life experience, should we make a conscious effort to talk about our lives in terms of peaks of joys and less in terms of valleys of misery?