The Little Big Moments Of Joy!

“Walk as if you are kissing the Earth with your feet.”

Thich Nhat Hanh

We’re always looking for the BIG stuff. The big car, the big house, the opulent interiors, the big bank account, the big brand names, the big donations, the big names we know ( may not know, but in this age of you-are-who-you-know as long as you can name drop, you’re happening dude)’ the big vacations, the big schools our children go to, the big clubs we’re members of, the big restaurants we eat at, the big thrills and experiences, the big book launch that we’re invited to, the big runs, the big everything.

Today Big is business. You may be small, you may be mean, you may not be humane, you may not believe in reducing your carbon footprint, you may not even know what TED stands for or never chide your fancy chauffeur of your big fat limo on how he’s not suave enough to slip past a traffic cop, but hey wait a minute, you’ve got swag, you’re the King of Mammon and whaddya know, you’re suddenly big.

But when you’re alone in your corner office, sitting in your car watching people struggle to reign in their snarls in traffic, or waiting for your next big appointment to strike the next big deal, it is in those infinitesimal moments that you sometimes have an epiphany ( if you grant yourself the permission to do so that is), about:

a) your child’s tubby finger not letting go of your finger when you were kissing her goodbye before leaving to sit in big meetings with big people about big decisions for big monies.

b) flaring your nostrils when the rains decide to vent their frustration only for the Earth to release her inimitable scent and envelope you in an unfathomable desire to dance with abandon.

c) dancing to “Y-M-C-A” and brandishing your ladle while stirring pasta in and relishing the aroma of your own unfettered happiness.

I won’t add to the list as I know that you’d have a gazillion more moments to dip into, so different from mine, and yet bound by one common thread – the thread of simplicity. My mon and I for instance squeal like 2 year olds when we change the cushion covers, hang up freshly laundered curtains, when Roger Federer unexpectedly beats Nole or when we have a lick of ice cream and go “yummmmmm” and roll our eyes, push out our tongues and look at each other and grin like Cheshire cats. Oh these moments I tell you, sheer Joy Inside ( Intel can go make another chip, while I enjoy the chocolate chip, uh oh PJ I know but see, couldn’t resist it)!

Have you wondered ever why you feel so excited when the traffic lights are all green on those inexplicably blissful days, or how the asinine security guard actually greets you or how your Outlook doesn’t crash and how you get an unexpected  email acknowledging your work on the presentation, or how when you get the call that the loan you applied for to start your business has been sanctioned or how when you go to the movie theatre, you manage to get the last 2 tickets and catch the movie, or how that really dishy looking guy actually smiles at you in the crowded elevator or how the retail assistant gets you a Size S when you are a size L?

It’s about the little big moments in Life that really makes us give a high five to Life, a little Hurrah, a little bow. Because if you really took a big pause right about now and thought about why you love Life and what makes it worth it, well, am dead certain you’ll be thinking of how the sun suddenly threw aside the cloud cover to bathe you in sunshine on a particularly dull day.

From now on, just count the little big moments of your life and when you add them up you will see that you’ve lived a Big Life. Small wonder eh!







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