For a long while I did not enjoy the sunrise. Last night, I had a nightmare and had to wake up early in the morning. Still it was quite dark outside; I slowly got out of bed and went to the rooftop of the building. In Dhaka city this is probably the most pollution free and noiseless moment. After a while, In the eastern sky, the sun began to peek through the voids of thousands of buildings. Myself and a colourful grasshopper relaxing on a dead branch of a tree were relishing the beautiful sunrise. While enjoying the sunrise it seemed to me that there is something good in every awful aspect. If I didn’t have the nightmare, I would miss this wonderful sunrise. In fact, the tiniest moments like this gives me a great deal of peace. I don’t know about others but it applies to me.
It's also a great pleasure for me to spend time with my loved ones, especially with my kids. Even though their silly questions have no substantial meaning sometimes, but I still feel quite happy and comfortable to answer those questions. It's not just for my kids I enjoy addressing to any child. Because there is no complication in their curious minds, their mind is like transparent glass which is clearly visible from both sides. It would have been great if this could happen to everyone, but in reality it is not possible. The person closest to you may be accumulating plenty of venom in his mind although talking with you with a smiling face. In fact, he is just waiting for the right time and environment to spray toxin by a sharp bite.
As we grow older, our inner simplicity and ability to be overwhelmed abates. The small moments that once cheered the mind, no longer it touches as we grow older. One of the reasons is infinite busyness. We don't have time to feel the pleasure of those small moments now in this occupied life. From waking up in the morning to going to bed is like a marathon race. So, sometimes I wonder where the time is for myself. Where are my lost grasshoppers and colorful butterflies that I used to run after? Where is my beautiful village wherein thousands of flowers used to bloom in spring? Or playing football with the friends in the rain water at noon in the rainy season?
All this is now a memory. Those are the small, precious moments and memories that motivates us to survive. Our priority of life might changes over time but the assortment of these memories encourages us to move forward. So, the small things are not really small, it has big impact of our limited life.
