In the grand scheme of things, nothing matters. Nothing is bigger than the infinite amount of time and space in this universe, so there’s really no hope that any one person will have done something that will be of any significance on that scale.
So what can we do but live for the small things? For the moments, however brief, of pure happiness and joy that we bring each other. For the smiles and the laughter, for the affectionate touch and the meeting of eyes. And for the moments of sadness and pain too - the tugging of our hearts, the sound of “no” or “I’m sorry, but...”, the glares of anger or the looks of disappointment... In many ways, our lives are composed entirely of and remembered by those small moments, even amidst the large and life-changing events.
So maybe there’s nothing wrong at all with placing so much importance in all these little things, be they the slightest gestures of kindness and affection or the most thoughtless acts of... well, thoughtlessness. Because it is in these little moments that we are truly alive.
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