What exactly turns an ordinary life into something epic? I mean, like Lord Of The Rings epic?
In LOTR, it all started with an ordinary little guy being coerced into a trip he didn’t want to take, with people he didn’t know, to do dangerous stuff he didn’t want to do. Or even know HOW to do.
All the epicness of this story comes from the little things he did along the way. To him, they weren’t epic things – they were whatever he felt was right and necessary at the time. Often, he had very little time to make these choices, and went on pure instinct.
These moments built up and built up, causing all kinds of things that otherwise wouldn’t have happened, preventing things that otherwise would have, and stringing together one by one, like beads on a necklace, to create a whole story.
It’s the big, showy, epic story most people pay attention to – not the individual moments that are the meat and bones of it. Without those moments, there is no story to tell.
I try to remember this when I wish my life were an epic adventure that turns the tide and saves the world, because maybe it already is.
That goes for you, too.
The higher the truth, the fewer boundaries it knows.
People think that to attain truth you have to pulverize boulders, move mountains and turn the world upside-down.
It’s not so.
Truth is found in the little things.
Last night I had a long, involved dream, part of which involved coordinating a group of people for an important project. One of these people was a real a-hole. He challenged everything I said and did, got in the way constantly, and was pissing everyone off. The project in question was very time-sensitive, and he was slowing everything down.
Finally I just yelled at him, “Shut the f*ck up! You shut the f*ck up RIGHT NOW!” I kept yelling this until he finally – well, shut the f*ck up and allowed us all to do our jobs.
There are some people I’ve wanted to say this to in real life, but for various reasons have been unable to. Dang, it felt good to finally cut loose and say it, even if it was only in a dream.
Hubby and I are relaxing, watching Star Trek, and having a few beers. He gets a wild hair, and decides that right now is the perfect time to fix our malfunctioning portable ice maker. I go to refill my beer glass, and the following conversation ensues.
Hubby: Pour me another beer. I’m gonna need one to fix this thing.
Me: Don’t pour the beer in there. I don’t think that will fix anything.
Hubby: The beer goes in here!
(He points to his stomach)
Hubby: I know where the beer goes! Do you take me for a fool? Don’t answer that!
Considering the harm others do to you
As created by your former deeds,
Do not anger.
Act such that further suffering will not be created
And your own faults will disappear.
I’m sitting at my computer. Hubby was standing across the room from me, right next to the other computer, and this conversation ensued.
Hubby: There are files for you on this flash drive.
(He waves flash drive in my direction)
Me: Plug it in for me, and I’ll sign out of what I’m doing and take care of it.
Hubby: No. I’m going back to bed.
Me: And that prevents you from plugging in a flash drive?
(He shuffles back to bed)