What is any ocean but a multitude of drops?

  When I was a teenager I had this typical crisis of personality when I kept asking myself what a purpose of my life is and suffered from being an ordinary 14-year-old girl. I watched movies about brave heroes who saved millions of lives and read books about fearless travelers who discovered new lands. And I felt so small and useless. What was my life about? Home, school, music school, back to home.  Nothing remarkable. At night I dreamed about working as a war journalist or photographer, telling a terrible truth to the world or taking pictures under a heavy fire. I dreamed about becoming a nurse and going to poor African villages to save a lot of lives. But every morning I ate my breakfast and went to my school to live my pointless, ordinary life. I remember one evening I had especially strong fit of despair and my mom came to my room to comfort me. Her words were imprinted on my mind. Don’t hurry, wait for your moment. Maybe, you were born to save only one life, but without you this life would be lost.

I can’t say that now I’m a reasonable adult who realizes that everyone’s life has certain consequences and that heroes live only in movies and books. I still want to go to Africa or any other place on the Earth where people need help and sometimes I think that I waste my time on nothing, on everyday routine instead of changing the world. I still suffer from being an average person. But there are little things that always make me feel better. These wonderful moments when I can create a reason for someone’s happiness, when I can make someone smile. It’s so simple that even seems to be ridiculous.

Several months ago I was in this miserable mood when the world around is glooming and annoying; I didn’t have enough sleep, the weather was nasty and I had a cold. Suddenly at the train station some old woman asked me about train schedule and what stop is better for her to get off. I explained her everything, helped her with heavy bags, and she looked satisfied and comforted. And out of blue, I felt happy, I felt useful and needed, I knew that I could help someone. I had improved someone’s world and my world became brighter and more joyful.

This week I called my music teacher who I didn’t hear from since I left my hometown. I told her that in one of my stories I was talking about her and reminded her of our classes and different nicknames she used to call me with. She was touched and almost cried of happiness. It was so easy to make her happy.

I know my mom still keeps in her phone all my texts-poem that I was writing her when I was in America two years ago. My dad left city for some business trip and my mom stayed alone for a week. Every day of this week I texted her some poems about mothers so that she wouldn’t feel lonely.

Everyone can be a magician. Everyone can be a hero for someone else. I know that I change the world with every little smile I can cause. Because what is any ocean but a multitude of drops?