My sister leads a small life. She owned a toyshop in a small coastal village. A couple of years ago she moved to one of my favourite cities in the world and she’s working out what she wants next out of life, and she’s taking her time.
My sister doesn’t make a lot of money, she spends time with her son, reads and builds Lego.
I spent some time with her over the festive season. She told me she’s happy with her small life, that she doesn’t want a lot of money, to be important or to colonise Mars.
The narrative around leading large lives has grown deafening. Fame, wealth and changing the world are the only factors that make a life meaningful. We should all lead large lives and leave our dent in the universe. We have forgotten the pleasure and the nobility in leading an ordinary life.
A good life, no matter how small, is still good enough.
And dents are ugly.