The Little Man is Grand
“Life has no meaning a priori… It is up to you to give it a meaning, and value is nothing but the meaning that you choose.”
― Jean-Paul Sartre
Tomorrow is another day. It will be better than today. Do not believe in yesterdays.
There was a God and a demi-God and the demi-God devoured it all. He could fly planes and had a keen eye. He could see your beaming face. The air was pregnant with hope. The hope of better education, better police, better government, better policies, indeed, a better life. Then, came the stench of burning. The ‘fat boy’ had a feast. The air was grey and the pictures darker. The faces disfigured lost in a big wide world.
They all looked up to the God. God looked back at them. There was silence, an eerie silence! Nobody spoke, nobody could speak. God never answered. He left the place a long while ago.
The demi-Gods gathered. There was a conference, there was an army. There were puppets and there were soldiers. The soldiers fought and the puppets danced. The medals embellished the uniforms. Obscenity was rewarded.
The battle was won, the battle was lost. There was a pause. They looked around. There was silence, an eerie silence! The stars glimmered, the moon dazzled, the sun glazed.
He tries to forget but he remembers it all. He decides not to look back and he chooses to forgive. He prefers today over yesterday. The grandeur that yesterday offered was an illusion. The little things that today offers are magical.
He is laughed at, he is mocked. The old are too stubborn. The ‘little man’ finds his own way. He laughs, he talks, he lives, he believes, he hopes, he acts, he exists. He transforms the little into grand.
Tomorrow is another day. It will be better than today. Do not believe in yesterdays.
