On my last day of a recent writers' conference I attended, I headed toward a set of stairs I'd climbed multiple times during the week. For the first time, I noticed a few small flowers in a scattering of dead leaves and twigs. How had they survived? These little flowers managed to escape being trampled by hundreds of feet.
As a writer, sometimes it's easy to feel like we're being trampled and events in our lives encourage us to give up. Not everyone who attends a writers' conference is encouraged when they leave, but the important thing is to never give up.
Your words are important; someone needs the words you write.
I know the white plants are hard to see in the image. I almost missed them, too, but I didn't. And I was blessed.