When I was younger, I had lots of ambitions — I wanted to do great things in life. And while I think that striving to do great things is an admirable thing, as I’ve gotten older I’ve found that there’s much more power in going inward rather than outward — there’s much more greatness if you pay attention to small details than in looking at huge vistas.
“What the heck are you talking about, Leo?” you wisely ask. I mean that while it can be very satisfying to achieve great goals and create great things, there is so much more in stopping to smell the flowers, in enjoying giving your three-year-old a bath, in finding heart-rendering beauty in a single falling cherry blossom, in sharing a quiet moment with your wife, in feeling the coolness of a chilled plum in your mouth.
It’s these tiny little things that really matter.