A drop

It began as a little drop of water. Each drop contributing to a mad gushing stream. The stream hit the mountains breaking away that which constricted it. Then the stream moved into the parched land and filled each crack with moisture. What it lost in form it gained in gratitude of the parched plants. The water caused the plants to sprout a beautiful green with flowers in a multitude of colours. The plants attracted the animals. They tore the leaves to satisfy their hunger. But what the leaves lost in their presence was gained by the sounds of the animals.

The drop had finished what it had set out to do. On it's own it had little power to move a mountain or germinate a seed or even parch the thirst of any animal. But it did not give up. It never lay under the sun hoping to evaporate some day. Each drop was tiny but it was their spirit that formed a stream.

Take a drop and place it on your forearm and let it trickle down your hand. at the end there will be nothing which will tell you that the drop had ever been. what will remain will a certain tingle along the path of the drop. It made a difference in your life. What's stopping you?