Little things touch us deepest because little things afflict us the most.

I finally heard it. I was so glad to have, for I needed that one last push. I needed the onion and its many layers. I needed someone to tell me. Someone, anyone, anything..

It was wonderful because it touched me. It made me smile from deep within the hidden recesses of my parched soul. It reached out to me when I was bewildered beyond imagination. In an innocent way, it gently paved the path for my bubbling..

Every now and then, we lose our way. We question something we carefully built. We doubt whether we are doing it right, that which we are supposed to know innately. We wear the cloaks of confusion and allow it to haunt us till a fever conquers our mind. You know what you think is right, you feel it in your bones. Yet you are not too sure.

Then you are swerved into a subtle beam. It shines only for you. Because you have chosen to see it. Through the prism of your eye, you can now see which color you want to pick. Which shape you've always wanted.

How many times have we lost ourselves to the important small things? Haven't you just known that this was a message coming across to only you? You could discard it with the rational side, but you don't? How many times have you let yourself believe in the little things?

I realized that, to me, my now is important. Because it is beautiful, it is true and it is all I have.

So I accepted what I had finally heard. Upliftment and joy, at the greatness of the larger system..at the wondrous working of the tinier things.

You can choose to listen or discard. In the end, you can choose to go by what you were given before being born, or the after.