Every little thing counts

Big things small things
Which ones matter more?
How and why does it matter so?
A big race or a big day
A little courtesy or a little flame
All these matter in a different time or place.
Have you ever wondered when the big day will come?
For you to outdo, outlast and outperform yourself
Be the best you can be, an inner voice screams
You try your hardest but to no avail
The will is strong but the flesh is weak
That is perhaps when I learnt a great deal today
From the little things that matter most

It is not the big things that matter
But the small ones that count
Accumulated in abundance like a horde of ants
A single ant may seem insignificant and small
But an army of it can become a majestic sight
Like termites in a wooden house that slowly eat away
The foundation of a structure if left untouched
Like a relationship with flaws and cracks
When problems arise and left unsolved
It slowly devours and meticulously plots
To destroy the very love that exists
Filling the void with hatred and words unkind
Till all that remains is nothing

Never leave things as they are
No matter how small they could be
Sometimes it is simplest of things
We cannot see because we are blind
Not by the eyes but by the heart
That clouds the mind and distorts the soul
Open your heart and your mind