A wise man once said: let’s get small. He had a white suit and matching hair – wise man standards. Sometimes, he wore rabbit ears and an arrow through his head, but let’s not hold that against him. I’ll take him up on that offer. Time to get small!
I know what you’re thinking. I’m swimming upstream with this one. Everyone else wants to get big. But bigger isn’t better. I’m tired of being big, if I am big. I’m tired of trying to be big, if I’m not. I’m tired of trying to stay big, if that’s the thing. I woke up early this morning and decided I had to strip it all away. I had to whittle it down. I had to get small – and stay small. Who said I had to be big?
I heard somewhere that a person who can control an army might be strong, but a person who can control their own mind is truly strong. When you’re big, you can’t do that. You’re focused on the army. I need a small world. Just a warm room, my cat and a good trail. I’ve got to stay on that trail. Stay off offline. Stay on track. Stay out of malls. Stay in light. Get small.
When you’re small, everything is clear. When you’re big, you miss details. You just want to stay big. You just want to be big. You want to be bigger. Where will that lead? Didn’t we learn anything from the dinosaurs? Who said I had to be big? Who put me up to it? What is my motivation in life? Did I really want to get those degrees, or did I have to? What now? It’s working. I’m getting smaller. I can feel it. The smaller you get, the more questions you have. When you’re big, you don’t have any questions. Don’t need ‘em.
It’s hard to stay small. They make it hard on purpose. Big people need more stuff. Always will. All the stuff they can get. This makes other big people happy, ‘cause they have the stuff and you don’t. And it goes round and round. The big deal. We get bigger and bigger – getting more and more stuff. Brings this to mind:
If you’re big, want to get big or want to stay big, you don’t know your limits. You think you can grow and grow. You’re taking on stuff. That’s “how to go” – the big deal. But you don’t know “where” – until it’s too late. I don’t want to be like that. I read Dr. Seuss’s “A Fish Out of Water” when I was young. It left an impression.
I need to find a good trail. I’m heading out there now. I want to know “where to go”, and leave small footprints; but big enough to follow, if you care to.
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