4am this morning, a mosquito bit the hell out of my forehead…and as usually, I couldn’t go back to sleep. I got my revenge on what is now a splat on the wall (sorry PETA), but the mosquito left me feeling tired at work and a growth defect bulging out of my head; a mean little critter.
It had me thinking…
Despite a mosquito being the fraction of my size, it has the supernatural powers of pissing me off to the max. And I’m sure that we’ve all experienced this before. If a mosquito is in the room, it’s almost impossible to sleep. The power of the mosquito is incredible, and yet it’s so small.
I bet that many people feel like a mosquito when it comes to chasing after their passion. A college kid with a revolutionary idea to encourage sustainable world peace, a mother who quietly thinks she could be the next Oprah, the local neighbor president who really wants to be the next president of the USA….I bet many of these people feel deep down that they “could” chase their dreams, but feel too small or too insignificant to actually chase them. Why is that? Is it due to a person’s surroundings and how people encourage or laugh at people’s dreams?
We should never think that we’re too small. We all possess the power to turn someone’s head or as in the case of the mosquito, piss the hell out of someone wake them up. If you “bite” a person in the right way, whatever that may consist of, then maybe you’ll be admired rather than being squished. And since it’s actually impossible for us to get squished, then maybe we only have to develop our skills to remain admirable.