Perhaps you've heard the following: "It's the little things in life that matter." Why, then, are insects seen as such a nuisance? Likewise, germs are a bit on the small side and no less irritating--though Penicillin has its uses. Granted, I'd hardly be content swapping my 40" LCD Television for the 8" CRT version from any of the seedy motels I recall so fondly from my glory days as a globe trotting minstrel--though a vibrating bed might warrant such a trade. Hardly. If the little things matter so much how come our great creator saw fit to continue creating such large things (celestial bodies or divisive mothers-in-law to name a few) after realizing the infinitesimal brilliance of the electron or the elusive Higgs boson, pray tell? What, then, if any little things truly matter (or anti-matter, for that matter)? I am quite partial to acne--such fun during the formative years. Little nodules of joy bursting forth from my horrifically oiled, pubescent visage. Biological bubble wrap, if you will. But I digress.
Much as the youthful scourge of acne leads to a thick skin the little things can, in short, provide a foundation no less important than the monument seated above.
Perhaps your life is due a quarterly inventory; what little things, barring the short stack (or short sack), in your life do you hold dear?
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