it was such a small thing, this little rock in her hands. barely the size of her thumbnail, yet the potential it possessed was staggering. the sunlight reflected light as stunning as a rainbow, and the energy that poured out was black as night.
The word is so small. But so big. Sometimes, when I see the stars, I think : “I’m so little.” But my life has his importance. Isn’t it the beauty of the world ?
it was such a small thing, this little rock in her hands. barely the size of her thumbnail, yet the potential it possessed was staggering. the sunlight reflected light as stunning as a rainbow, and the energy that poured out was black as night.
We always like to talk about the big picture; the grandiose, the entirety, the whole.
But often times we forget the things around us. The details between the lines. The ideas that are already reachable.
Start small.
The word is so small. But so big. Sometimes, when I see the stars, I think : “I’m so little.” But my life has his importance. Isn’t it the beauty of the world ?