Most of us live small lives. It's rare for most of us to be so touched by love or gift that we're raised above all the other stalks of wheat in the field.
Such extraordinary and exceptional luck and gifts provoke awe - and, as you're experiencing, a slight yearning that our lives could be 'more'.
It's hard to live one, finite life. It's natural to wish that it could be fuller, wider, saturated more deeply with the extraordinary.
But, honestly, it's always worth remembering that even this one life is an extraordinary thing in itself: unique, precious and amazing.
I'd suggest enjoying something, anything, tomorrow. Really looking at something, or tasting something. Or tonight, revelling in how comfortable your bed is and how welcome sleep is.
And, of course, there's always love: that you give or that you receive. That is nothing short of an everyday miracle for most of us.
And spend time doing what you enjoy. That's insanely hard when children are small but try and make time for it/those things. Because that really is life-enhancing, even if you're not exceptional.
And I find reading, films and art really cheer me up. It seems to add to that finite experience of life - which is, I guess, one of the (many) reasons people just keep on 'doing' culture.
I do think love is pretty special. It makes all of us exceptional, irreplaceable, significant, cherished.
But, yes, it would be very cool to be a world-class athlete. 💐