simply simple

i feel like i live a small life. i don't think that's a bad thing, but it feels like it sometimes. i don't think it feels small in the sense that it's not important, but small in the sense that it's simple and not a big production. i often envy people who live in big cities and have so much activity right at their finger-tips. the bright lights, the nosiy cars, the plays, shoppes, action, action, action... i get sucked in i get greedy and jealous and materialistic and then i can't breathe because i'm so bogged down by my selfishness.

i fight it. i fight the simplicity of the sunrise, a warm cup of coffe, fog rising over the pond, a songbird's melody... i fight it because i think that the world is bigger than that, but honestly there is nothing bigger than the simplicty of nature; what a contradiction.

Helen Keller was once quoted as saying "We can never do great things, only small things with great love" and i am finding out more and more how true this is. It's the small things, the small lives, the little attention to detail that really count in the end. I just never want my life to be so big, so jam-packed with activity or myself that i can't take the time to send a letter, or call a friend, or hug my family... because really, what's more important?