Yesterday I was fuming. Not just angry, but feeling so much rage that I was cursing in a low voice some bad, bad words. The reason why I was so mad is because the post office lost my parcel.
As I paced between the management office and my place, I was blinded with fury. I was frustrated, tired, and indignant that my order had been lost.
This small occurrence was able to make a bad day worse and make me feel as though my whole world was out of control. So I did what I always do when I feel this way: I took a hot shower and went to bed.
It was at that time my husband came over and said: “I know you are mad, but you can use the “voice” (the voice meaning this cartoon voice I make that my husband finds absolutely horrible).” I started laughing so hard that all my troubles vanished.
Until I was older, I was never able to appreciate the small things in life, such as having food and shelter. I was able to see that there was a lot of injustice in the world, but my vision was so "wide"I could not really capture the value of small things.
It was yesterday, when I saw the smile and redness in my husband’s face that the meaning of “the value of small things” made full sense to me. It is his smile that matters the most, not a lost parcel.