I'm only one small person in a very big place. That's all. But together, we are a force. Together, we are a majority. Love your life. Don't get too stressed. Let the little things slide, and help anyone you can however you can. If you don't, who knows if someone else will? Love each other. Some people have no hope. Be their hope. Give them hope. I love you. Someone loves you.
The holy people of an elder day,
Immortal Elves, that singing fair and fey
Of vanished things that were, and could be yet,
Pass like a wind among the rustling trees,
A wave of bowing grass, and we forget
Their tender voices like wind-shaken bells
Of flowers, their gleaming hair like golden asphodels.
Immortal Elves, that singing fair and fey
Of vanished things that were, and could be yet,
Pass like a wind among the rustling trees,
A wave of bowing grass, and we forget
Their tender voices like wind-shaken bells
Of flowers, their gleaming hair like golden asphodels.
J.R.R. Tolkien, Kortirion Among the Trees (1937)
