Yesterday was the Feast of the Epiphany, a day I've always liked, though not so much for its liturgical meaning as for its philosophical one: "a sudden, intuitive perception; an insight into the reality or essential meaning of something."
When I was younger I considered epiphanies the "ah hah" moments in life, grandiose and breath-taking. But as I've grown older I've realized they are more common than I once thought. They are part of the wisdom that comes with age. They are moments when I say to myself, "Oh, so that's what it's all about." They are not always pleasant, but they are always true.