The miniature menus and attractions i got to hold while visiting the nanaimo museum, brought me to a bigger convention acknowledging that the great little small things are not entirely different from the big things.
The small things we took for granted , we barely noticed along the way because our sight is limited to that big thing on top of the mountain while we are still on the valleys. Forgetting to smell the flowers since we look forward more to those tall distant trees , thinking that the fruits it bear is greater than what the tiny bees are enjoying.
Complaining that we have so little time and such small things in our hand, we tend to climb the mountains and surprisingly discover that what appears to be big from the valley is still small and little when we reach the top of the mountain. Looking down , the view from the peak , we still see everything small and little and still wish for something bigger. Yes everything below and within us is still small and little no matter how far we’ve reached, nothing different when we were still in the valleys aiming for the peak.
I am no different, just like everyone else. But sometimes i don’t know when to stop and tell myself “How Big is My Little.” –by JoelF