"If you don't think that we are small in this world, you're a dumbass" -Jackie
I am small. Not just by height, though that is evident. Nor am I small in comparison to the largeness of others, but by the sheer number of those around me. The way I get lost in a crowd attests to my minuscule existence.
I seem large to myself. All I know is my small existence. I know of others because of the many people living their small lives around me, but I can only KNOW one. Everything I know makes up only one among a billion others like it.
We are not small. We are the sands on the seashore each being a particular, but becoming a whole. We are the nails distributing the weight to evenly so as not to pop the balloon. Our mosaic can only be identified as a single thing when each of the tiles come together.
My absence is no small matter. I am, we are, each of us is a puzzle piece that changes the picture of the world in our small way. We are the parts in the Ikea box that MUSN'T be lost else the table does not stand.
My everything may be small, but our everythings are everything.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
NaNoWriMo 2019
De TodoIt's that time of year again. Time to force my creative juices to flow through ~200-word stories each day of November. UPDATE: Well, I didn't do too great. I missed almost every day, but that was due to "things". Hopefully, 2020 will be better.
