Entry 82: The Little Things
Life is full of events that shapes our character and alter our views on the world, which is ultimately what defines us as individuals. While we attribute the larger and profound events as the root of our identity, it is the smaller, yet impactful, occurrences that accumulate into our individuality.
In a sense, it is the little things that mold us into ourselves.
For instance, a relationship is comprised of little gestures and nuances that attract one another, along with the big and spectacle occurrences. But more often than not, we get caught up in the larger personality of the other person that we forget what is the root of that individual.
We may become infatuated with the other's humor, looks, wealth, or passion. But what small instances attributed to these qualities? A humorous person might actually be a selfish person who can only make friends through comedic insults. A beautiful person might take advantage of their appeal so they could feign for others' hearts. A wealthy person might be stingy and obnoxiously prudent about spending money. And a passionate person could be driven by an egotistical drive.
Yet, the flip-side of these qualities are also true. A humorous person might understand the pain of sadness and wishes that no one should ever feel that way. A beautiful person might respect their bodies and take pride in their fortune. A wealthy person might hoard all their savings so their children can rest easier when they grow up. And a passionate person might be sacrificing so much so others can experience the joys of their hard work.
When it comes to experiencing life by yourself, the little things can sometimes feel immense in retrospective. A song on the radio can release a flood of memories, some that you cherish and others you wish you could bottle up. A scene, whether it be a picture or a landscape, can humble you with emotions that a thousand words cannot describe. And a simple "thank you" or "sorry" can mean more that all the riches in the world.
When it comes to friends, it's the little things that strengthen their bonds. To this very day, the one event I wish I could travel back in time was when my friend was going through a failing relationship, and he asked if I wanted to chill with him on an empty ice-skating rink in a mall. At the time I declined, because I never ice-skated before and I was worried about slipping. But in hindsight, I wish I could have at least stood and shared his silence while he let his thoughts and emotions cool down. (All these ice-related puns are not intentional, FYI).
Life is a series of events, both fortunate and unfortunate, but the accumulation of these little occurrences allow us to reflect on the reasons we love or hate one another, reminisce or scorn, laugh or scoff, and, ultimately, remember or forget.