We never look up. Never. We plod through our heartache, some of us take it out and examine it with a microscope, others just step over or around it, but we all watch our feet as we march by.
If we were asked why we did this, why we trudged unknowing through the gauntlet of our lives, we would say that we wanted to rush through the bad parts to get to the good. ...and still, we don't look up. The pain is important to us, the process is important, yes.
Are the things we miss in all this pointless musing important? Are the birds that fly by unseen, the sunrises and sunsets we miss, the breezes, the snow, the rain, are these things important? What of our friends and family? Our loved ones, the little babies who's growing we march through, the aged who's end-game we ignore, are they not important? Are we then the most important thing in the universe? Is there nothing above or around us that is more important?
Stop. Get up from the keyboard (just for moment let the cord be cut). Walk outside. Look up. There is life all around you. All about you are things more important than yourself. Smell the air, touch the earth, gaze at the wide, blue sky. How many days do you imagine you have left to enjoy these things? You can always return to the pain, if you must, there's no chance of it leaving. You will, though, have only a limited amount of time to stare at this amazing expanse of sky and at the many, many things that are not of yourself. Enjoy them, revel in them.
Tell your family that you love them. Be among your friends and WITH them instead of trying to save them. Watch the people walk by. Volunteer. Make yourself a home in these places that are not "of" you. They are what matter, truly, and in the end they will remain. You will not. Enjoy them while you have the opportunity.