Ashton.Gustafson

Reflect on the words that have shaped you. Those small words spoken to your soul, over your life, and into your bones.

Your small words matter. They enlarge those you’ve been entrusted with.

Think of your heroes. Not the ones in sports or on tv. Think of the ones that, truly, made your path possible and opened the doors that you could have never opened yourself. I would imagine these people were tender, tasteful, and sublimely human. And probably quiet.

Love tends to be tender, human, and quiet. A billion @ mentions pales in comparison to your quiet role in someone breathing a little easier because of your quiet involvement. 

Now, can you recall some moments that are forever stuck in your head and burned into your memory? The unseen things that only you can claim were for you. A hug. A wink. A tear. A smile. A pair of hands raised in a crowd for you. The hands that caught your fall. The world didn’t see this. But you did.

99.9% of why you are here will be unseen for the rest of the world…but  .0000001% couldn’t do it without you.

Alas, you’re a really big deal. In your own small, quiet, and unseen way.

Namaste.