“I love big things.
No, I love feeling small.
I admire redwood trees and the time required for it flourish so exquisitely.
I get lost in large comforters, trying to traverse the tangles of textile.
I remain awed by mountains and valleys and the majesty they present to the world.
I revere tall skyscrapers and their window washers, and the achievements of mankind.
I contemplate the populations of this planet, the vast spectrum of cultures and experiences, ages, and creeds.
I relish in attempting to quantify the sizes of stars billions and trillions of miles away.
I lie, tiny, on the unlit field, allowing the blanket of speckled velvet above to wrap around me, being so close, yet so far away, light arriving from a time far passed.
I love big things.
I love the incomprehensible, the unquantifiable. I can juxtapose myself alongside the massive, forget my worries, and exist alongside the many.
I love being small.
Pettiness vanishes within the big picture. Stressors of the individual melt away in a crowd of them. Nothing matters except the system and my position in the midst of it all.
I love big things.
I love your hugs shrouding me with safety and security and your hands on my hipbones.
I love being small.
I love being a member of a team, a part of a whole.
I love big things. And I love being small.
And this must be why I love being with you.”
