Big things happen. Little things too. To everyone. Every day. Mostly, nobody cares. Nobody feels our things matter much at all. Most don’t. Neither scientific breakthroughs or classic compositions – they’re just ‘stuff’.
This ‘stuffing’ fills our lives like piñatas. Much routine, much noise – scarcely room important big things, or for little ones, to stand proud and shine, to show them off in moments of joy.
When we have such meaningful moments, there seems little point celebrating aloud because they’re soon lost in the noise, no matter how loud we yell, no matter how high that rooftop, no matter how loud I shout.
I’m smiling. Thrilled. Lines of communication seem to be opening – years in the making, fingers crossed. My hopes are up.
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