Hello SuperForest! Whoop! Holla! It’s been way too long since I’ve posted. This month, for whatever reason, really just doesn’t bode well for me emotionally. Perhaps my lunar cycle is messed up or something.
Anywho! I was in class today, and I saw what appeared to be a bug under my teacher’s desk. I couldn’t quite tell from my distance, but I was at least flirting with the notion that it might be a bug. And I was all “Ewies :(”
But THEN I WAS ALL…
“Why am I ewies-ing?” Was it not just a bug? If anything, it looked like a cricket. A harmless, skittering little cricket. And to top that off, I wasn’t even sure if I was just seeing things!
What I was sure of at that point was that the idea of this bug or not-bug was taking over my mind, without even knowing I existed. Perhaps without even knowing itself exists.
And then it hit me: A person’s a person, no matter how small.
For those of you who have read/seen Horton Hears a Who by the rad-tastic Dr. Seuss, you’ll know that this is the moral of the story. A bunch of tubular, tiny travelers are living upon a dust speck in a flower. Their whole world was comfortably in that dust speck. Nobody believed they existed, because of course they’re microscopically tiny; except Horton, the big sensitive elephant (who everybody thinks is schizophrenic at his claims.)
ANYWAY, at the end of the movie at least (spoiler alert!), somebody tried to crush the flower the Whos are living on, which is prevented by all of them joining together and yelling “We are here!” to make themselves known.
Living, breathing, conscious beings right there in front of them. Just unseen. But they were people.
Bugs are people, in a buggy sense. They affect me, and I affect them. Our genes don’t really differ that much. Hell, our genes don’t differ much from daffodils, actually.
Here’s what’s really interesting: That little bug or…or maybe it was a ball of fuzz from the teacher’s dress. Or anything else.
But that entity inspired me. If its presence can move me enough to be terrified of it, if it can cause me to freeze in shock like it’s a nuclear bomb…Is it REALLY that tiny?
Physically, sure. But consider what it did to me.
It lead me to write this.
I’d been thinking about how little my opinion meant to anybody, or how small I was compared to so-and-so, and what tiny impact I had on the world. Is this true?
If something 1/100th of my size can make me scream to a dog-whistle degree, why can’t I have that big an effect on somebody else? Not the same effect. I wouldn’t like that. But I can shake up another, can’t I? Can I rock the world of 50? Of course I can! Why couldn’t I?
And so can everybody. Especially can everybody! I’ve still got some growing to do, honestly. Obviously.
Thank you, whatever inch-big thing you were. I’m gunna change the world because of you.
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