Being Tiny

           

I have no clue- maybe I should shut up my mouth. Even if it is a statement ...... I can’t always stand for it. But I always stand for it. I thoroughly take it as my roots. When you are too tiny, you hold the world believing it as similar as you. Growing up, for me the world was as tiny as me. Only rivers and mountains were bigger. They were huge. They were not life-like. Maybe I found them huge, they were my inspirations.

Growing up, tininess defined me. I was tiner in school. I was a tiner in college. I was tiner in university. I am a tiner in my workplace. When you are too tiny too you are invisible. I hold invisibility with tininess.  When you are too small, people can bully you easily. You are lifeless, aimless, and purposeless to the world. I lived like dust.  Dust that can have any shape or be useless.

Being tiny is who I am. I only hold my invisibility and uncertainty. Now the world is huge for me. I cannot hold the hugeness, when I find out something huge ...... I suffocate.