I have come to understand, much like the writer of the book of Ecclesiates did, that these are nothing. They are a chasing after the wind. In essence, they are nothing more than the wind rushing through your ears as you are chasing hard after some mirage in the distance. They have no substance, no weight, no mass that can be measured or quantified in real terms. They don't matter, and they don't last.
What I have come to understand that has value are the little things. Taking pleasure in a simple moment. Enjoying the company of my wife on a nice spring day outside on our patio for instance. Taking my daughters to the park and letting them play until they are too tired to complain about anything. Enjoying a single cigar for the plenary pleasure that it is.
Unlike the big and the grandiose that are like chaff in the wind, these simple pleasures matter. They last, they abide in your spirit in ways that cannot be fully understood in the mortal coil. No person at the end of life is ever going to regret not spending more time at work, or pursuing their career more aggressively. Not taking pleasure in the little things will form these regrets.
So my advice is this... relish the little things, and revel in them. Understand that the moment in which you reside will not ever come this way again exactly like this. Hold those in your in your life close to you and never let them go... Have a good weekend.