I’m not a tall person. In fact, I’m pretty short. When I was younger, I was constantly aware of this fact. I still am, but not nearly as much as I used to be. People always told me I was short. I thought it made me less of a person, that things in life would be harder for me. I thought I’d never get a girlfriend, I’d never succeed in physical activity, or that everything would require more effort. But soon I proved myself wrong. I’ve won races and sports games before, had girlfriends, and was able to everything that anyone else could. As I began to realize that being short wasn’t so bad (when it rains, the rain hits me last) I started to wonder “What is size?”
When we took a trip to the highline, it was cool being up close to the buildings, and they seemed a teeny bit shorter than they normally appear. However, even though they appeared shorter, to me, the “size” was still the same. Sure physically the buildings looked shorter from on the highline, but what it was was still the same. What made the building “big” was not its height, but the teamwork, labor, resources, and overall effort put into building the building to be that tall. What makes someone “tall” is not their height or width. What makes them a bigger person is what they’ve achieved, the people they care for, and the kind things they done. Someday, I hope to be a “bigger” person as well.
I really like the conclusion to this post that what makes something “big” is the effort put into it, not just its size. Nice work.