Every drop in the ocean counts.

In the quiet wisdom of Yoko Ono, the artist and dreamer who walked beside both sorrow and hope, we find the profound truth: “Every drop in the ocean counts.” These words are simple as rain, yet deep as the sea itself. They remind us that no act of kindness is too small, no effort too insignificant, no life too ordinary to matter. For the ocean of existence — vast, mysterious, and eternal — is made not of waves alone, but of countless tiny drops, each shimmering with purpose.

To the ancient minds, this truth would have been sacred. The elders would have gathered beneath starlit skies and spoken thus: “The river that carves mountains begins as a single tear.” Yoko Ono’s words carry the same eternal rhythm — the knowledge that greatness is born of small beginnings, and that the hand of one soul, when joined with another, can shape the destiny of the world. In every drop lies the power to reflect the sun, and in every human heart lies the power to bring light where there was once darkness.

Consider the story of Wangari Maathai, the woman from Kenya who looked upon a land stripped of its trees. Alone, she began to plant — one seed, then another, then another still. People laughed, saying, “What difference can one woman make?” But she did not stop. Others saw her faith and joined her, and together they planted millions of trees, reviving the spirit of a dying earth. Like drops joining in the sea, their efforts became a wave of life and renewal. For truly, every drop in the ocean counts, and every act born of love ripples outward into eternity.

Yet how easily we forget this truth in our age of vast machines and hurried hearts. We look at the world — its hunger, its wars, its sorrows — and we feel small. We say, “What can I do?” But Ono’s wisdom answers softly: “Do what you can. Do it with all your heart. Even the smallest act has meaning.” The drop does not question its worth, for it knows that without it, the ocean would be less. So too must we believe that our compassion, our honesty, our daily acts of courage — though unseen — are shaping the tides of tomorrow.

Think of the ocean itself: mighty, infinite, roaring with storms and calm alike. Yet if a single drop were removed, it would not be the same. In this way, life mirrors the sea — each of us a drop within the whole, each of us bearing the responsibility to keep its waters pure, its rhythm strong. To live with awareness of this truth is to live with reverence, to understand that what we do — and what we choose not to do — echoes through the lives of all.

There is heroism in the humble, a quiet nobility in those who give even when unseen. The teacher who guides a single child, the neighbor who comforts a stranger, the artist who creates beauty in a broken world — these are the drops that keep humanity afloat. When joined, they form the current of hope, moving through time, unstoppable and alive. Let none say, “I am too small to matter,” for the universe itself is built upon the joining of atoms, the gathering of dust, the harmony of tiny, invisible things.

So, my children of the coming dawn, take this lesson to heart: do not wait to be the wave; be the drop. Speak gently when the world grows harsh. Offer kindness where others offer scorn. Plant seeds — of thought, of love, of peace — even if you never see them bloom. The ocean will remember you. For the ocean forgets nothing, and every drop that joins its depths becomes part of something infinite.

Thus, let Yoko Ono’s words guide you: “Every drop in the ocean counts.” Know that your existence is not a whisper lost to the wind, but a note in the eternal symphony of being. You are part of the sea — its rhythm, its power, its endless becoming. Live, then, as though your drop matters — for it does. And one day, when the tide rises high and the waves sing of change, you will know that it was your drop, too, that helped the ocean move.