It remains true that for me, details are daunting. I am easily overwhelmed and quick to get lost in them.
It is the dreams that call to me; inspire me. Lost in a world of my own, I drift away to places I can control. Here I have the power to imagine, plan, change.
Inevitably, I am brought back to the world as it truly is. Needs pile up on a global scale; my laundry mound expands.
Cries of the hungry echo across an ocean; grumbling bellies sit at my snack bar.
War and disease cut a swath of pain and destruction; crying eyes and sad hearts curl up with me in bed.
And so, I release the dirty to be cleansed, the hungry to be filled, the sad and lonely to be comforted.
I have not changed The World, but I have changed My World.
Perhaps, this is where it will start.