Complaining is easy.
Changing things is hard
Or at least, that's what we tell ourselves. We look around at the very big problems in our very big world and ask, "What can one person do?"
Maybe nothing... or maybe everything.
Today, I did something I always say I'm going to do. No, not exercise... it wasn't that extreme!
But while out for a walk, I stopped and picked up a piece of garbage. And as I continued strolling along, I picked up another... and then another.
While I'm not generally grateful to folks who litter, I was pleased to find a plastic shopping back caught in the branches of a bush. Plucking it free gave me something in which to stash my collection... and allowed me to add to it.
I won't say that one man's trash is another man's treasure, because it's not like karma rewarded my efforts by leading me to a winning lottery ticket someone had discarded.
But I did find myself feeling as if I'd made a difference.
A teeny, tiny difference to be sure... but it was a small step... and one I'm hoping might lead to others joining my trashy parade.
Imagine if all of us picked up one piece of trash a day.
Every single one of us, every single day.
Sure, we'd still be outnumbered -- and outlittered -- by folks who treat the planet like their own personal dumping ground, but it'd be a start.
And that's gotta be worth something... right?