Who doesn’t feel small standing beside the ocean? Seeing the waves rolling in, water as far as the eye can see.
But I have another place where the size of our world really hits me, where I realize just how small I am.
All those people rushing this way and that.
Some heading off somewhere new, some heading home.
Some traveling for pleasure, some for work, some to make a trip they never wanted to be on.
Some heading to see friends, some headed home alone, some to meet someone new.
Some headed to places I’ve been, some to places I want to go, some to places I’ve never even heard of.
Sitting across from someone at a gate that I’ll never see again, someone who has her own set of stories. Her own family, friends, hurts, triumphs… that I’ll never know anything about.
Everyone there, with their own story.
Their own little world made up of the people they know and the things they’ve done.
Just like I have my own little world.
Every single person with people and issues that are important to them.
Every single person with the opportunity to make some sort of difference in this world.
Yet, we won’t ever know the majority of their stories. Maybe not any of them.
But each person: going about their lives, each important in their own right.
It makes me marvel at just how big our world can be and just how small my own can be.
Do you have those moments when you realize just how big our world is?