Infinity

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‘What you do today matters, in the moment and maybe into infinity.’ 
Before I Fall

We are little pebbles, forever falling in ponds. Depending on the size of the body of water, our impact can be great or small.
Our lives are ripple effects, every action generating a reaction. However monumental or presumably inconsequential an action or thought, there will always be an outcome, a result, a reaction. That's life.  We do not live in bubbles even though sometimes it can feel like that; we think it’d be easier to live life this way but that is not how we are meant to experience our existence. It will always be about connection: connection to the greater good out there -whatever that is-, the magic floating in this cosmic sphere, connection to others, to nature, to the universe inside of us. 
A smile, a touch, a song, a book: we can affect others’ lives into infinity, we can shift the course of their lives. A kiss, a hug, words, a key: all have the power to heal. A goodbye, a call, tears, a door: all can put people in a prison of loneliness and sadness. 
Sometimes we forget the impact we have on others, we forget we can lighten, brighten or darken someone’s days. We forget because we are human. But we can also remember: we can remember that what we do today matters, it matters in the moment and maybe into infinity. We can never really know the extent to which we impact people around us. 
By the time we’re gone, how many tears will we have caused? How many will be sad? How many will be happy ones? How many smiles? How many people will miss us when we no longer inhabit this world, when we no longer exist in flesh and blood? Infinity is a long time and I want to create smiles into the vastness of this infinity.
If only we were to focus on the love, joy, happy tears and smiles; if every day we were to mindfully contribute to the existence and blossoming of kindness and compassion, then our infinity would be a pretty cool place, a safe journey and destination, a beautiful haven; neither prison nor hell.



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