A little something

There's always a little something inside of us.
A little something that keeps talking to us. That keeps evaluating us.
That judges, praises, punishes, pushes.

A little something that makes us unique.
A little something that sets us apart.
A little something that makes others love us.
A little something that allows a peek into us.

A little something made out of everyday experiences.
Of ephemeral emotions. Of passing thoughts. Of impacting words.

A little something strung by fleeting memories.
By secret dreams. By rising ambitions. By unflagging hope.

A little something fed from conflicting observations.
From self realisations. From worldly proverbs. From momentous principles.

A little something grown through revelation.
Through redemption. Through fortitude. Through incitement.

A little something that has survived hurt.
Disappointment. Ecstasy. Agony. Anxiety.

A little something that leads to great beginnings.
A little something that ensures a satisfying end.

A little something that grows bigger everyday.
But a little something which will always be little, in these many ways.