Remember, when the world seems small, that there are forests calling your name.
Remember, when there are unknowns, that strangers are out there helping.
Remember, when frightened by scarcity, that you can share what you have.
Remember, when your heart is lonely, that love is closer than you can guess.
Remember, when told not to touch, that some hands must be held.
Remember, when the days are scary, that there is still beauty everywhere.
The Wandering Introvert 