I walk by a school yard that has a disappointing amount of snack litter blown up into the shrubs and such. It makes me sad.
It's too much for me to pick up, but I can't shift the Marge Simpson grumbles of disapproval at the state of things.
In an inspired moment of clarity today I realized I could pick up one piece every time I walked by. It allows me to feel like I am responding to the need, but not swamped by it.