Some years ago, during my journey of learning, I crossed paths with a young lady who had dared to step into the business of teaching. One day, she looked at me and said, “It’s not about the muscle!” I left her comment unanswered, as I often do with such remarks. Back then, I still had some muscle left from my days of working out, a visible remnant of a time when I prioritized physical fitness.
What this lady, may have missed was the diversity of reasons people have for building muscle. For me, it wasn’t about vanity or appearances. Before making muscle, I already had dated thousands of ladies, or my life journey and my strength is my version of the type of men I am without needing to build muscle. So yes at least in this cases, I agreed with her that it's not about the muscle.
I had once been advised to take medication for my health, but instead, I decided to take control of my body through consistent workouts. Naturally, when you work out, muscle growth becomes part of the process. Ironically, I later learned that she herself had started lifting weights. Life has a way of teaching us lessons, doesn’t it?
Yet, there was a deeper truth in her statement.
A Lesson on the Streets of Tallinn
Years later, while walking through the vibrant streets of Tallinn in Estonia, I witnessed an incident that brought her words back to me. A group of boys, appearing to be elementary students, were walking together. Among them were two older boys who seemed to act as guardians or monitors based on their clothing. These two were noticeably bigger in physique.
What caught my attention was how these older boys were pushing a smaller boy, shoving him left and right. The little boy didn’t make a sound. Behind them walked a teacher, seemingly oblivious to the situation, engrossed in his phone.
At first, I felt my blood boil—both at the teacher’s ignorance and at the behavior of the older boys. Deciding to intervene, I took a few steps toward the teacher to bring his attention to the matter. Just as I approached, the teacher finally noticed the commotion and addressed the two older boys. What shocked me was their response: they accused the little boy of being the troublemaker!
I had been watching the situation for at least 5 minutes. The little boy hadn’t done a thing—he merely endured being kicked and shoved without a word of protest.
What I witnessed reminded me of my own childhood. I, too, had experienced the abuse of “bigger boys” who used their size and strength to intimidate and harm. Yet, I also remember those rare few who used their strength to protect the smaller and weaker ones.
Over years , It became clear to me that being “big” isn’t just about physical size or even how large one’s house is, how vast their land is, how big their car is, or even how big and powerful their bombs or rockets are.
It all comes down to one simple question: How big is your heart?
Do we use our “bigness” to harm, intimidate, and bring suffering to others? Or do we use it to protect, uplift, and bring peace?
The Choices We Make
On this planet, everything is a choice, and how we use our “bigness” is no exception. But every choice comes with consequences. Those who abuse their power—whether it’s physical strength, wealth, authority, or influence—will eventually face the twisted forms of karma that come with such actions. And tragically, this karma often doesn’t stop with them—it can extend to their future generations, perpetuating suffering until consciousness and accountability are finally met.
So, to the “Big Guys” out there—whether your bigness lies in your body, your possessions, your power, or your influence—choose wisely. Being big isn’t about how much you have or how much you can dominate. True bigness lies in how much you care, how much you protect, and how much good you bring into this world.
Because in the end, it’s not your size, your strength, or your possessions that define you—it’s your heart.