I want to make a difference.
I really do.
I want to impact this world that we share with my work and my writing.
And some days, I feel the frustration and the weight of not doing enough. A few people out there are really making a difference for others.
What am I doing? What difference am I making?
Have you ever asked yourself these questions?
I do. Usually, when I wake up. Before I step into the things to do, the tasks to complete and the goals to achieve.
It is the moment of my day in which I write these posts. In fact, they are often sparked by my desire to make a difference combined with doubts about my ability to do it.
Last week I was reading And by Barry Johnson, and at some point that I can't find now* the author says something that left a mark on my soul.
I'll try to say it using my words because I can't find his precise words and I have only one minute left.
I may change an organisation's future with my work, or I can pick up some rubbish from the road; in the grand scheme of things, there is no difference. The universe is so vast that what really matters is not the size of the action; it is doing it.
So, just do a tiny thing to make your world a little better.
That will make the difference.
*I read the printed version. It was the first paper book in a year, and I forgot to mark all the relevant parts. And this book is full of them. I may need to reread it.