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The Small Before The Big

“You will never learn how to be big unless you learn how to be small first”

The meaning of the above quote is this…until you have learned how to bow down to another, you will forever be consumed by your own advantages and ego. Instead, when you get good at something, bow.

I don’t have a particular hatred for loud, obnoxious people with ego the size of the moon (OK, yes, I do) but I think, personally, it goes beyond that. I mean this in the kindest way possible – it’s impossible for someone to be big unless he learns how to be small first. Humility even when face with tremendous success is an important part of life.

Recently, a friend of mine and me, we had one of the biggest disappointments slapped across our faces EVER! Do you know how it feels like to have someone lift you up all the way up to an altar-level, and then drop you like a bomb from way up there? No, well. It hurts…that’s all I can say. But it was the personality of this one particular person concerned that bothered me. The act of lifting and dropping us was a disorder of some sort, as it turns out. In order to make himself feel good, he had to dash every single ounce of hope that he had given us. He used our pain to stroke his ego…which was really huge as it was.

Anyway, I am not going to bitch about this person because I know it’s a complete waste of time but I think he needs to learn something…very quickly. Which is humility.

In Yoga (even if you’re not into this, will never be into this, think it’s the most childish or sissy-ish thing on earth, please listen), there’s this pose that I particularly like and I think a lot of yoga teachers will tell you that if you don’t believe in all other poses, you should just try this.

It’s truly humbling and calming. Not surprisingly, it’s called the CHILD’S POSE.

Believe it or not, we do this without realizing its significance anyway. The moment you place your head on the floor, start breathing PROPERLY and DEEPLY. It will bring your consciousness level to an all time high whereby all the gains and material rewards you would have had today…they will, all of them, one by one, slowly roll away from the back of your spine to the top of your head…and then bring you back to reality.

I am not promoting Yoga or some mental disorder medication…please. But I am recommending this out of the goodness of my heart. If you know someone who has a huge ego, recommend this.

“You will never learn how to be big unless you learn how to be small first”- the owner of the blog you're reading

Comments

Jamie said…
wat u've said is very true....

I have 2 sonofabitches here in my office going by the names of Melvin and Wong. Everyday I feel like bitchslappin the bastards senseless because of the EGO and MOUTH...KNNCCB!!!

I can relate where you are coming from cuz...really I can...eventhough I am loud and all that...
Marsha Maung said…
jamie, being loud and expressive is one thing (so am I) but it's quite another to be humble and remember that we need to lower down ourselves once in a while...and not put people down just because we drive bigger car, have more money or is big shot in some shit company.

bitchslap those MF is they begin to let their egos get the way, cuz!!! if they really need it, they deserve it, you deliver it!
Patrick Ling said…
How true! It is only when you learn to appreciate small things in life that you appreciate life itself. Remember it is the small drops of water that maketh the ocean.

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