Little people, little things.


I'm going to philosophise,
and all of you are going to take my word for it.
That's the problem with preachy people like me.

I have a small mission.
I want to try and be less preachy, and more peachy.
Which reminds me of a favourite Roald Dahl classic...
James' and the giant Peach.

Its a ridiculous story really, but I'd like to read it again.
And I'd also like to reread a Salman Rushdie book called...
Haroun and the sea of Stories.

A book my brother bought for me when I was young(er).

The thing is, its the little things that get us through.
Little things that we remember too.
Not that we don't remember the grand and extravagant...
but at the end of time, it'll be the little actions and little bits of shared memories that matter.

I haven't been in the best of times,
and being down and out,
I realised I failed to be the supportive friend or family I've always worked towards being.

I realise its easy to be good, and to show love when you're all cheery and peachy.
But when you're down and out, it really takes alot to just muster a smile or a shred of positivity for the friend who's down.

But its so easy, to when your friend is sharing a problem,
link it right back to your own sad sorry state,
when really your friend has an issue at hand that needs to be urgently addressed,
and all she needs is a listening ear,
a shoulder to cry on.

That ego maniac in all of us.
We've got to put a chain on it.

The truth is, there really is very LITTLE we can do to pull people out of the rut they're in.
but if we allow this thought to spread through,
and hence end up not even doing that LITTLE bit that we can because we think its insignificant...
We'll just be digging out own graves.

Let's face it.
Unity is strength.
A little bit from everybody adds up to quite a bit,
tired feet will find strength again,
tired spirits will be lifted,
the lonely hearts will be filled.

If Noah thought that he was insignificant, that the pile of wooden planks and buckets of nails on the ground were too little for the HUGE ship that God wanted build, if his family members all felt their two hands wouldn't get them very far, and end up not doing anything...

We wouldn't exist now.

If Moses didn't place his staff into the red sea because he thought too little of it, then the Israelites would have been taken captive by the Egyptian army after just leaving the country of captive.

If Jesus had thought himself as insignificant, that his death was worth nothing much, that he was merely a man who like any other would bleed to his death, then we would never have received salvation.

I merely dropped a virtual hug upon someone.
Someone who has in his little ways helped me and encouraged me with his words and with his strength...
It took me less than a minute, and maybe less than a grain of rice's worth of finger strength to type out the message.

But it was appreciated, and apparently. It helped!

In the little things,
in the little words,
we help give each other a pat on the back,
a push forward,
a reassuring squeeze of the hand.

I've had so many of that.
Its not enough to put me back on the podium,
but its enough to keep me on the tracks.

Thank you for all your little things.
Thank you for trying to protect me in all the little ways you can.
Thank you for letting me love you all in the little insignificant ways that i can.

this picture has no relevance to the above post.
But, Tammy is such a LITTLE package of cuteness and joy!