My Hands

If I could tell the world just one thing it would be that we're all okay, and not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful and useless in times like these.

— Jewel, “Hands”

It’s hard though isn’t it? It’s hard to not worry. It’s hard to be useful and have faith without being idle in despair. For me, answering the question of “why” is very hard. It requires that I think very hard and search after the truth allowing that search to take me where it may.

In between all of the difficulty I think we can stand and still be ourselves, ready to help others, laugh with others and pass through our challenges to grow and become better people. It may be small, but it is in fact our potential. Our hands are small, but they are our own.

We all can work and live together searching after the goodness in all of us, the potential and great happiness that is possible within each of our lives. Kindness, in fact, seems to me, to be caring that another person finds that and helping them to.