Lately I’ve been thinking about how much the little things affect us:
The few minutes one way or another that completely change the traffic patterns and can be the difference between being late and being on time.
The little phrases that parents use that get stuck in the mind of a child and affect the way they think for years. These always seem way more powerful than the monologues of wisdom we try to pump them full of.
The way a simple paint stroke can completely change the look and feel of a painting.
The small seed that becomes a towering tree.
The little items that pile up in our homes, slowly cluttering it, barely with our notice, until one day we look around and panic a little at how for we have let it go.
The power of little phrases we use in every day language to hurt or build up those around us.
The tiny raindrops that flow together to make a flood.
The little thoughts that eat our soul if not kept in check.
The way a single smile from a stranger can completely brighten a day.
The smallest splash of color from a flower here and there can change a drab landscape into a bright and beautiful one.
The lasting impact that one good day or one bad day can have on our whole life.
Little things add up for good or for bad, yet we hardly notice them. We take them for granted granted. We assume that it’s the big things in life that have the most effect.
But we couldn’t be further from the truth.