Wow, the world is big
Words on travel from my inner child
The world – wow! This place is so big. How did I never see it? I knew it before, but I never knew it.
People say that the world is so small, and that it’s becoming smaller. There’s a children’s song about it, after all. The world might be small-er, but it’s not small.
Just because we read something on a screen doesn’t mean that we know the feel of the streets, the sway of the crowds, the taste of the cuisine, the buzz of the evenings, the weight of the air. Within every detail lives a hundred thousand more — totally distinct to a particular place.
Hubris, hubris, hubris. I’ve seen the hubris within myself. I started to see it when I shouldered my pack, closed the car door at the dealership, and felt a boarding pass in my palm.
This. place. is. huge. There are people of all kinds, buildings of all sorts. Even the bathrooms come alive in different ways. (I was greeted by a toilet that automatically opened for me in Japan. Automatically! For me! I was flattered.)
The bigness has me giddy, and my eyes try to soak up every cobblestone, leaf, and pebble. I know I can’t experience it all at once, so I pray that I’ll be back to see these trees and stones again.
The World’s wideness Is an endless blessing Within its pathways There might be a cozy corner Waiting for your sitting, resting, being. It’s important to stop When those eyes are so wide with wonder Lest we lose the message In our heart’s whisper.
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