You know that moment when you’re watching someone do something so benign and mundane that you’re not even sure why you keep watching? But you do. After a few seconds go by you notice them slowing lighting up at that ridiculous little thing? Tell me you know what I’m talking about.
That “thing” could be finally getting that sticker off a peach in one fell swoop or getting the closest parking spot or simply staring at the tiny blossoms sprouting from the flower bed out front. It could be anything. Life is comprised, day in and day out, of these little moments.
But… [big but] sometimes don’t those little things that make you smile or smirk also seem so irrelevant. I mean, look at the bigger picture. Aren’t we just small people that are rejoicing in fruit stickers and new movie previews. Or maybe it’s bigger things like finishing a project or getting a glowing review of your design portfolio. Whatever it is, if you think too long and hard about it… it doesn’t feel like it really matters. In the big scheme of things does that amazing annual review really benefit or impact anything, does getting through a whole string of green lights without ever stopping make a difference? Sometimes, for me, it’s hard to see the point and/or the impact of it all. You know? [going deep-ish here]
More than anything I want to feel like I’m contributing to something bigger, that the little things matter. And, you know what? Maybe they do. (tweet this gem)
It in this frame of mind that I came across this article on running. But, running wasn’t what factored into it for me (though maybe I should be doing a bit more of that). It was this line:
I post often about things that may seem trivial. Certainly, food and fashion are somewhat frivolous in the grand scheme of things. But these things are part of living well. These small things are what makes life worth living.
Do you ever feel like something was written, said, made etc. just for you? This was one of those moments. One of those moments where I just had to let the words sink in and fill me up. Let me know that there is meaning in the little moments, because without them where would we be? What would happen without the small things?
At the end of the day aren’t all BIG things just made up of small pieces, moments and efforts? A culmination of the most minute details all compiled into one big masterpiece?
I know that I don’t have the answers to the universe — and probably never will — but in some part life is about savoring the moment and pausing to celebrate the everyday occurrences. Because, without those moments of joy — what is there?