There’s a drought, fourth year. We’ve got some significant watering restrictions outdoors. It’s been hot, pushing into the upper 90’s almost every day for weeks.
The lawn is turning brown. The dirt is hard packed.
Yet my little pal next to the driveway has found a way to thrive. (Assuming I can avoid running him over when I park.)
It’s hard out there for all of us. Politics. The economy. Inflation. Gas prices. COVID. Stress. Uncertainty.
Yet we do have the ability within us to be like this flower, finding a way to get up when the world knocks us down. We can bring the tiniest bit of beauty and joy to the world, even if it sucks. We can still make it better.
Even if you have to fake it. Function follows form.