Great Things, Small Things, and Truth

I have this thing for being grandiose. I want everything I do to be the best ever. I want to change the world.

Only I’m very good at keeping it secret. I hate to brag.

So it comes out in subtle ways.

For example, I wrote a science fiction novel when I was twelve, and I was convinced the characters had to do something to save the universe from destruction. I paced for hours trying to outline a plot that involved saving the world. The story in my heart was a different one, and the chapters I wrote spun a different kind of tale. But I was obsessed with saving the world, and I eventually gave up on the story when the two plotlines got too convoluted.

It’s the same with my career. I’m secretly obsessed with being the best ever and saving the world. It blinds me to the little things that really matter. I forget that we are human, and most of the time the rollercoaster of human life is enough for us.

Ultimately, nothing matters. The universe is so big, it doesn’t care. And the world will keep turning. And the sunset will still be beautiful.

But something must matter.

So the truth is that you have to go with what matters to you. You have to look for little things that matter, to be grateful for.

Babies have it right.

My 11-month-old is fascinated by moths. We spent about an hour every evening point at moths on the walls and waving ‘hi’ to them.

He also loves dirt. And the water on the floor. And ladybugs. He imitates the song of the tea pot and the bark of the dog. He would chase pigeons around all day.

Here I am, trying to do something Important, when I have someone right here very patiently pointing out what is truly important.

I think, when we are lost, looking for what truly matters to us, what we are really passionate about, it’s because we are so used to seeing it in front of us that we have forgotten it.

We are looking for something big and vast and wonderful. And we have forgotten that something small and insignificant and silly is far more wonderful, if you would only let the wonder have its way.

I had planned to write about self acceptance today, because while said baby was sleeping in my lap at Pride Fest, I realized it was acceptance that was missing in my life, driving me away from others, what I love, and my truth.

And the truth of acceptance is that we so often go looking for something big and important to accept.

When we are small. So small. So quirky and insignificant.

And that, just there, is what is wonderful about us.

You are not lost. You have always been found. And you are beautiful. As you are. And while you where off looking into the sky for something amazing to be, you forgot. You forgot to treasure the tiny wonder that you are.

Right now.


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  1. This was great Morgan. It’s all those little things that possess the greatest meaning. It’s the small moments in life that are so often the most memorable.

    While saving the universe sounds like a great idea, it’s too easy to forget the real reason we are here . . . simply to live. And to enjoy the experiences that come with that.

    So I think you are correct, babies have the right of it.


    • Morgan Alverson says:

      Thanks Trevor! I read once that the people who did actually save the world all had dreams that scaled – like Mother Theresa was as happy saving a meal for one person as she was saving the lives of thousands. We have to appreciate all those little things (like baking good bread) because that is what life is really about.

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