A few years before my mom died she wandered (trespassed) onto a piece of land owned by a man named Dave. Dave was 98 and felt forced to sell the land in order to support his family. My mom found a non profit to purchase it instead, saving 100 acres from development.
I have a tattoo from a journal entry of hers, it reads-
βBelief; the few who bring their own flickering touches of hope that love does conquer greed and hate. That love will prevail.β
All this to say: At a time like this, true agency can feel near impossible. But history shows (with immense efforts & terrible lows) that love, and acts made in the name of love, are extremely powerful and the greatest threat to greed and corruption. Love does, eventually, prevail.
