Greatness Of My Own

When I was dat­ing Louise, and we talked about our exes, she told me one of hers was going to be a diplo­mat, and they broke up because she knew she was­n’t meant to be a diplo­mat’s wife. I under­stood. By mar­ry­ing into cer­tain careers, you mar­ry into those respon­si­bil­i­ties as well, and they can be too much for some, me includ­ed.

So she was with me. I was­n’t bound for great­ness like that.

Still, it made me won­der; what was I meant for? What did she see in me?

I know I wasn't meant to changed the world.

But I still think I was meant to affect the lives of oth­ers. I was born for great­ness of my own, as small as it may be.

6 comments

  1. Of course you were meant to change the world.

    You were meant to change your world.

    You were meant to change the worlds of peo­ple around you.

    We define our­selves through the way we see real­i­ty, our world and every­thing in it. You have that pow­er to alter peo­ple’s lives, to shape them in any way you choose to, should you choose to.

    So while we weren’t meant to take on the worlds of our part­ners, we have the pow­er to reshape them as well, as they have the pow­er to reshape ours. If they mean so much to us at the very least, we might as well ride that pow­er and respon­si­bil­i­ty. Who knows where it might take us?

    • I real­ly like your view on this. The way I see it is that I was meant to change the world of a few peo­ple, not the world at large. And that small dif­fer­ence is enough for me.

  2. I tried leav­ing you a com­ment yes­ter­day, but appar­ent­ly the SUBMIT but­ton does not func­tion on my iphone Google Reader App.

    You do change the world, in your own way, a lit­tle at first, but with huge reper­cus­sions lat­er. A rip­ple in a tran­quil lake. The words, thoughts, roman­tic ideals, val­ues that you express on this site have influ­enced many of your read­ers. The way you write so can­did­ly and open­ly about your obser­va­tions and feel­ings. You open your heart and it gives peo­ple hope, uplifts them.

    I’ve seen it more than just a hand­ful of times in which a post you wrote and poured your heart into was met with let­ters of grat­i­tude for how you had made some­one believe in love, feel romance again, feel empa­thy when she felt so alone before, believe in peo­ple, believe in men again…

    There is so much you con­tribute to the Universe by being your­self. And you may nev­er know the mea­sure of your own great­ness, but it’s there, and, like the Universe, always expand­ing.

    • Thanks, Mae. It always touch­es me when some­one tells me I’ve inspired them to write or take up pho­tog­ra­phy. Maybe I nev­er real­ized it before, but hav­ing this blog is the way I can make a dif­fer­ence. I like the idea that the uni­verse is always expand­ing from con­stant rip­ples of influ­ence; great metaphor!

  3. I agree with Edrei, you change those around you and that falls under the cat­e­go­ry of great­ness. Reading what you write is inspir­ing and makes me think about things dif­fer­ent­ly. That already helps me become a bet­ter per­son. I kind of wish I knew you bet­ter, or that we’d live clos­er and could hang out more.

    • Yeah, I think chang­ing those around me is what I meant by great­ness of my own (as opposed to chang­ing the “world” for peo­ple one does­n’t know, the way a politi­cian or artist could).

      It’s always nice to find out that oth­ers are able to ben­e­fit from the things I say, but these com­ments are mak­ing me real­ize that it’s more than I had known.

      I total­ly agree that it’d be cool to hang out more. We should have met in high school!

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