I don't intend to heavy this up, but your insight is fundamentally the same as that of Nietzsche (bar the kick to the common man at the end). Wonderfully expressed, postman;
"Life consists of rare, isolated moments of the greatest significance, and of innumerably many intervals, during which at best the silhouettes of those moments hover about us. Love, springtime, every beautiful melody, mountains, the moon, the sea – all these speak completely to the heart but once, if in fact they ever do get a chance to speak completely. For many men do not have those moments at all, and are themselves intervals and intermissions in the symphony of real life.”
Well worth reading, a lot of his stuff, but keep the filters on.