Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.
You're not a drop in the ocean. You are the entire ocean in a drop.
Limp along until your legs are spent, and you fall flat and your energy is drained. Then the grace of the Divine will lift you.
The waterwheel accepts water and turns and gives it away, weeping.
Drum sound rises on the air, its throb, my heart. A voice inside the beat says, "I know you're tired, but come. This is the way.
Ignore those that make you fearful and sad, that degrade you back towards disease and death.