Our lives are made,
In these small hours,
These little wonders,
These twists and turns of fate,
Time falls away,
But these small hours,
These small hours,
—From Rob Thomas’ Little Wonders.
We forget far too easily at times how important the ‘smaller’ moments are in life. Amazingly, and we hardly even think about them, and the fact that the smallest moment has equally the largest potential.
Most of our largest moments have come from these innocently caged small moments, extrapolated by circumstance both harrowing and euphoric—it’s only when we look back that we discover them and serendipitously so.
Small moment to small moment—these are the veracities of our lives—one moment connected with another and so on and so forth... until the very end. In the overall scheme of things these moments are indeed small—yet not without their own significance—in the context of the eternal.
So, why do we beat ourselves up—elevating the moment to the stratum of the eternal? What I mean is, why do we lose the context in our everyday, annoyed panic?
Yet, we must realise, as suggested, that the small moments have a powerful potential all their own and the very essence of life is in these.
Whether we’re considering small moment or large, and all sized moments between, we can consider that these just about sum up the very matter of life—if life could be equated to that of the physical—using a physical sciences analogy. The flow of these moments as they adjoin, as if by an invisible flux, is the physical energy that connects them.
These twists and turns of our respective fates make our journeys special and significant. Every little one!
© S. J. Wickham, 2009.