Grab a coffee (or tea) and a moment and have a read because this is a bit of a long one, which was unexpected.
Come with me into the small stuff - the detritus of Life - as I speculate on why it's as important (if not more so) than the big stuff.
"Don't Sweat the Small Stuff", a book that I read
In the hope that it might help me sort out my head,
Offered advice to help you to keep
A positive mindset and toe-tapping feet.
To rationalise small things which threaten my peace;
A pathway to giving my stress its release.
But reading it means that I'm much more aware
If you gloss over small stuff, the things that "aren't fair"
It may be that you could be coming unstuck
With the fact that around you, "they" don't give a fuck
About all of those small things that matter to you -
And thinking of folks is life's social glue.
I'm not on the brink of losing my rag
Or ranting or raging that life is a drag.
I know it's ironic I'm writing this verse
But words help to guide me, my thoughts, to traverse
The big things that sit there, like rocks in my mind;
An outlet for these is what I must find
Or they'll grow into mountains with cold snowy peaks
Where ledges exist, far too slim for my feet,
And scree, sharp and hard, can litter their slopes
And I am a hiker without crampon or rope.
'Cause that's what this feels like, this place that I'm in:
A ledge on a peak to which I am pinned
And I need to proceed, to get to the end
Without deviation or stumble or bend
But it's hard to remain in a positive space
When everything easy runs to escape
And leaves you alone with all of the stuff
That challenges you more and makes each day tough.
And "crossing" the small stuff's a big sticky bog,
Where you're sucked at and halted; an arduous slog
Of tugging and heaving to try and get free
But life and its foibles grip more readily
Hindering the struggle of your tugging leg
To ease itself from binds and surge right ahead,
The bog is determined to strengthen its hold
And restrict your journey and sap all that's bold.
I have a great life, one that's full of great joy
Of comfort and joking and boisterous noise.
I'm acknowledging merely that life gets to me
When things that I value are inadvertently
Shot into pieces all strewn on the floor,
Where others can tread on it, crushing it more.
Why does this "stuff" break me out in a sweat?
I should let things go and not get upset.
The book gave advice and ways to get through
When Life decides to climb on top of you
And pin you down in a wrestling hold,
Cheek to the canvas, with nowhere to go:
"Submit!" And allow Life to take one more blow.
I took it on board; said "Give it a go!
You're known for your high positivity glow!"
But I find more and more, the older I get
That little things really do get me upset.
I'm not talking about all the serious things
Like people with cancer or vehicles crashing
With your loved ones inside, injured and hurt
Or not enough cash despite the hours you work.
It's not about life changing moments of woe,
Where you're faced with the prospect of letting folks go
Or dealing with people who couldn't care less
Who get pleasure from making a godawful mess
Of your life and theirs, with no thought of reprisal,
Who feel nowt about living a life of denial
That everything they're doing causes you harm
And drift through days easily, like Life is a charm.
Those things, there's no doubt, are important too:
Hard-hitters that challenge and threaten and move
But they're the big moments, the events that shape
With an uncontrolled shift in Life's level plane.
No, it's the pieces, the pages, the parts of the whole
That all come together and imbue the soul
With a feeling of worth - you're treasure, you're gold
You are the person who I want to hold
Close to me, near to me, day in, day out
You are the person I can't live without
And it is in the gestures, the kindness it's seen:
The smiles, and the help and the showing you're keen.
It's about picking a sock up or making a drink
Or not leaving a towel draped over the sink.
A kiss before bed or a homework assist;
Driving to parties that shouldn't be missed.
It's about being present when having a chat,
Or following through on an important task.
It's knowing the times to let stubbornness leave
To give will a rest, and stress a reprieve.
It's about favours and smiles and positive vibes
Knowing that helping will smooth out the time
Of your loved one to something they can use
Where obstacles are conquered and they can just cruise
For a bit in the space that you have provided
In your willingness to give them more than survival.
I don't want to sweat. I want to be calm
And breeze through my life, with never a qualm.
The small stuff's important because each little bit
Needs attention to make sure that people don't quit
Or get bogged in the crapness we all have to bear
To keep the wheels turning and keep our heads clear.
Mindfulness, presence, a listening ear:
Kindness for others and sharing a beer;
Making a cuppa and clearing the table,
Offers of help whenever you're able.
Putting a new toilet roll on the holder;
Watching TV with my head on your shoulder.
These are the things that matter the most;
The small stuff, the cement to block up the holes
And keep all secure and solid and strong
To help keep us going without going wrong.
And then when the big stuff inevitably arrives,
We're robust and ready and staying alive.
This poem is long: that was not my intent:
Read as an ad for Life's antiperspirant.
I wrote a poem yesterday which was about my languishing stories that I feel guilty about leaving unfinished in my "Drafts" section, here on my Vocal profile.
This poem was one of these, started over a week ago when my mood was a little more subdued than it is today, but still, the relevance of the poem will resurge at some time in the future and as I have a little more head space today, it was time to polish up this beauty and release it into the world where it belongs.
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