"What's the point?" Mr. Bitsy was probably thinking. "What I do is so insignificant. All I do is crawl around, I make my bed in a strange place, one that seems perfect one day - all angular and corner-like - and then this giant hairy green animal connected to a stick (sustained by an even more alien thing I think I've heard called an Emily), comes and wipes me out when I'm out grocery shopping, and I have to start all over again..."
What kind of a life indeed? Mr. Bitsy probably thought his life would never amount to much. The daily grind, spinning his bed, waiting for some grub, avoiding the vicious other-end of my broom, when he fails he spins his bed again...
Then, without warning, he steps out of his back door, and leaps....
He took an unexpected dive, past the busily occupied face of the creature he only knows as an Emily because that's all they call me, those he observes from his seemingly-mundane kitchen window.
I'm startled, he's just as surprised and in a blind panic, starts to run. I notice a teensy weensy spider-shaped white smudge and grab the proverbial rolled up newspaper... Wait! What is that? I lean in and squint at this phenomenon.
Maybe I exaggerate, but I have a huge smile on my face, and I'm showing everyone that comes in my office this little smudge (still hasn't simmered enough for me to clean it up). It's just dust! In the shape of Mr. Bitsy.
Maybe he lived a mediocre life, up until I squished him with my newspaper, but just one day out of his WHOLE life, he decided to jump, out into the unknown. Maybe it didn't last long for him (sorry Mr. Bitsy, I too, panicked), but he certainly left a mark, clear, fascinating, and unmistakably his.
Don't be afraid to leap, the moment may be brief, but you never know what the ripple effect could be, whose life you could impact.
Do you think your life is a little to gray? What kinds of chances can you take in order to make a difference in your tiny part of the world?
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