My dreams, they are big. The closer I get, the more beautiful they appear to be. But even though my dreams are big, it is the small things that I appreciate more. It is the small things that I remember often. Those tiny moments of compassion, kindness, and closeness to someone are not very flashy, cool nor romantic. But often the small acts are the ones that can brighten a person’s day, a ripple that changes the world, a brick that is a foundation for towering castles. The small things can heal the ones that were hurt, they can become hope in the dark times, they can save people’s lives, or they can be the catalyst that make two people fall in love each other.
I love the small things. My gestures are often small, not very flashy, but if I give them to the right person, they often remember it forever. Sometimes, that is all a person needs. A small act to remind them that they are valued, appreciated, and treasured by another human being.