It’s easy to feel like a single act—one voice, one effort, one choice—doesn’t make a difference. The problems we face are vast, systemic, deeply entrenched. What can one person do in the face of all that? But history is built on small actions. Rosa Parks refused to give up her seat. A group of factory workers went on strike. A lone protester stood in front of a tank. None of them set out to change the world in a single moment. They made a choice. They took a stand. And the ripples spread. The forces that resist change want you to believe your actions don’t matter. That showing up, speaking out, pushing forward is futile. They count on exhaustion. They rely on the weight of despair. But they know the truth—change is built on the persistence of ordinary people who refuse to accept the world as it is. A conversation that shifts someone’s thinking. A vote cast. A refusal to stay silent. A simple act of kindness that reminds someone they are not alone. These things add up. They create momentum. They become movements. No, small actions alone don’t change the world overnight. But they build something greater. They inspire others. They remind us that we are not powerless. So the question isn’t whether a single action can change everything—it’s whether we are willing to keep taking them. Whether we can trust that even the smallest step forward is still movement. Change is made by those who refuse to stop pushing for it. Keep going. r, Porter

Fighting for what is right is never the easy path, and it is crucial to understand the complexities and challenges of the environment, but more essentially to know ourselves on this journey. It demands not only persistence in the face of resistance but also an unwavering commitment to remain steadfast despite the obstacles that may arise. This journey requires immense courage when confronted with fear, as the path toward justice is often fraught with uncertainty and peril. It calls for a profound faith in something greater than ourselves, a belief that our actions, even the smallest of acts, can contribute to a larger movement for justice and equality. The arc of history does not bend toward justice on its own; rather, it bends because we actively choose to push against the tide of complacency and injustice. Each individual effort, no matter how small, contributes to a collective force that can bring about change. Moreover, doing what is right will not always be met with applause or recognition. In fact, it is often met with significant pushback from those who benefit from the status quo and the injustices that permeate society. The forces that uphold such inequities do not yield willingly; they resist change with all the power they can muster. They aim to wear us down, to make us feel tired and hopeless, to instill a belief that our efforts are futile and that the struggle for justice is in vain. However, it is essential to remember that every act of resistance, no matter how small or seemingly insignificant, carries weight. Every voice raised in protest, every story shared, every step taken toward progress—it all matters immensely. Each action contributes to a larger narrative of resilience and hope, inspiring others to join the fight and reinforcing the notion that change is indeed possible. In the grand tapestry of history, these threads of resistance weave together to create a powerful movement that cannot be ignored. Today’s Reflection I do not fight because it is easy. I fight because it is necessary. I refuse to let fear or fatigue silence me. I stand firm, knowing that even the smallest act of justice adds to something greater. I may not see the victory today, but I know the struggle is never in vain.

Some days, the weight of it all feels unbearable. The struggle, the injustice, the sheer effort of pushing forward—it wears us down. Fatigue seeps into the bones, not just from the fight itself, but from knowing how much still lies ahead. But tired is not the same as finished. Rest, breathe, but do not mistake exhaustion for defeat. There is a difference between needing a pause and giving up. Fatigue is part of the fight. Those who came before us knew this—they carried burdens heavier than ours, and still, they pressed on. Not because it was easy. Not because they were never weary. But because the work was not yet done. The same is true now. The forces that resist change are counting on our exhaustion, hoping we will surrender to despair. They want us to believe the fight is futile. It isn’t. So yes, rest when you must. Replenish your strength, gather yourself, lean on those beside you. But know this—resistance is not measured in endless motion. It is measured in the refusal to quit. And when the time comes, we rise again. A Moment of Reflection I honor my exhaustion, but I do not let it define me. I allow myself the rest I need, the grace I deserve. Strength is not in never growing tired, but in knowing when to pause and when to rise again. And I will rise again.