On the Smallness of Grandiosity.

I've read that when it comes to training A.I. the hardest parts weren't the huge ones. Not the management of massive amounts of data, or making predicitions about the future.

It was teaching a robot how to keep a conversation, or navigate a sidewalk.

Which made me think of how the grandiose things are just that. Grandiose.

Perhaps,  the wildest dream isn't to be a little town boy who ended up with millions.

It's finding someone to truly understand you when you speak your mind, and stick around with you, even during the dark days.

Perhaps, the impressive management isn't of a billion-dollar company.

It's raising up three children that are humane and good in their heart.

Perhaps, the real courage isn't to make a risky investment.

It's looking someone in the eye and admitting that you have wronged them, and genuinely apologizing for it.

Perhaps, the real super power isn't to lift up buildings, fly, or become invisible.

It's finding the will to lift yourself up in the morning after having suffered a loss the night before.

It's getting things done when your mind and heart are filled with grief, even when you can't find the will to make your bed.

It's refraining from doing something that doesn't comply with your morals and ethics, even when there is no way that someone else would know.

It seems the wonders of technology have revieled the hardest things to achieve are the ones that we don't even think about twice, because we think they're so readily available.