I woke up thinking about this image. Made by a good friend years ago, I haven't seen it in a long time.
I'm not sure why I thought about it. I haven't read the piece that inspired my friend to make the image in a long time either. Whatever sparked the thought, I'm glad to share it today. I'm glad to share its message, too:
If you've been reading my writing for any length of time, you'll recognize that hoping, helping, and acting to be the running themes of my writing. Some days I veer from that norm, but even when I share what happened on a really tough day, or when I recall a cry-my-eyes-out memory, I try to add an element of hope.
Without hope, there can be despair.
Without help, there can be hindrance.
Without action, there can be apathy.
When we act, we help. When we help, we raise hope. When we hope, all things are possible.
Acting. Helping. Hoping. Each of those elements is important. But the element of hope can sometimes be the most important of the three.