This is me and all the things that matter. My family, my friends , my relationship with other people, my profession, my achievements, my words. Everything else is tiny dust that other people don’t care about.
But to me, it all does.
It counted. It mattered. It matters because it is important. It is important because it is what I care about. It is what I care about… because it is what I love. It is what I love because it is me.
Just me. And all the things that matter.
In this world where people find happiness in hurting others, I think of everything that matters: the comfort and love from my family, the trust from my friends, the bonds and connection with people, the hardwork I did for my profession, the goals for my achievements, the meaning for all the words I write and tell. All of these things matter. And I would do everything I could to keep it safe.
Because that’s what you do when it matters. You do everything. I would do everything. For family, career, relationship with other people, friends, achievements, words. Everything.
Even if it silences my world and turn it black. What would be the difference, if it costs all of those that matter?