It Starts Small

 

Small things often turn into big things.

A mighty oak began as a tiny acorn.

A little spark can create a raging fire.

A constant drip of water will erode an entire mountain.

One small deed can turn into a revolution.

One person can influence generations.

A simple habit can develop into a healthy practice or a debilitating addiction.

A journey of a thousand miles begins with one footstep... and then another and another and another... and before you know it you've arrived at your destination.

Big starts small, small fuels big.

You oversleep once, it's not the end of the world, it probably feels good. You oversleep every day, you'll likely miss a lot of opportunities.

You practice once you're a novice, you make a habit of practicing & you transform into a master.

It's the little things that hurt. As it is the small things in life that, well aren't so small.

When I miss someone I love it's the little things about them that I miss. The little things that they did that were so dear. A smile, word, sigh, giggle, look, touch, breath. Sometimes it's something that they weren't even aware of doing in the moment. Imperceptible to everyone except us and then it's gone and no one else gets it. Like an ancient language that no one understands. The aftermath leaves you a stranger in a strange land for a moment.

Little things can play either way. Which way are you going to go?  
 
What little things are you doing to change the world? Remember THE world begins with YOUR world.

Remember, it's the little things that end up making the BIGGEST difference.


Keep going,
~Craig


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