Enough to Make Us a Little Larger

I have a single document of quotations, my latest method of holding onto words that say so much so succinctly. I write about words of others to see where mine take me.

So, as I was browsing through my quotable pages, I found Paul Klee’s “a single day is enough to make us a little larger.” Naturally, I turned to my own life and could not remember a single day in which it was true for me. This is my usual reaction to any and every quotation. I think it’s a natural one.

My mind is not geared toward remembering what is best in me, and these days the scales lean heavily toward all that is not but then, the world is too much with me. I need to spend less time (on Twitter) tweeting in the hope that life will turn on a dime because it always does or already has. It is not mine to know whether I live small or large.

I’ll find out. Life is full of boomerangs so no need to spend time seeking out the moments in which I did not rise to the occasion. Each one will revisit.

My every action or word is a boomerang as sure to return as Halley’s comet, at least once in my lifetime and maybe a bit beyond, which is sobering. After all, today I am considering one of Paul Klee’s sentences and writers still aspire to Virginia Woolf’s room of one’s own.

To be clear, I’m not equating any of my actions or words with those of Paul Klee or Virginia Woolf for they are comets that traverse the universe and maybe other universes as well, although that is not possible in current multi-verse theory but still, life is full of boomerangs that were once theories.

The act of living is creating a moment to which others respond or don’t but are nonetheless affected by its presence, sometimes by its very breadth. Staggering, isn’t it? It’s such an awesome responsibility that to consider it too long would mean not to live at all.

I focus on framing my life in days, one at a time, the closest I come to living in the moment. It makes it possible to live a bit more mindful when every moment is a possibility. It makes the day larger and mine to rise to its occasion (or not).

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