LITTLE ENOUGH
By GEORGE MATTHEW ADAMS
It is only when the brave and simple nobility of some unheard of one shames us that we come to realize how really unimportant and useless we are.
No matter how hard we try to be somebody or to do something worth while it is little enough.
We shuttle too much through this life.
Ideals don't always have the gold rays of the sun upon them. Often they are darkened by the clouds of a storm. But it is our faith—that comes from somewhere—that leads us always and eventually into the light again.
No matter what we do for others, no matter how we try to make this world a little happier, it is never enough.
We can never be too kind, never do too much to make the way of some one else less difficult, never give too much of love.
The world is full of cravers. The hunger of the heart, of the soul, is a far nobler hunger than ever that of the body.
When the rain falls and the winds blow, adding gloom and loneliness, it is a little enough to go out of your way to do something that will put a light into the window of a life darkened by discouragement and loss.
How just a little bunch of white daisies changes all!
