I Matter

I matter.
My feelings matter.
They’re not too much or too strong or too annoying.
They’re not unrealistic or crazy or naive. They’re me.
They’re my depths and my emotions and they matter.
My heart matters.
What I’m passionate about matters.
The things that move me matter regardless of how society sees them, how my parents see them, and how my friends see them.
My passion is my calling and my calling matters no matter what it’s calling me to do.
My dreams matter.
They’re not impossible, they’re not juvenile, they’re not unambitious and they’re not for everyone.
My vision matters.
The way I want to live my life matters.
Even if my dreams are mad, my madness matters.
My problems matter.
The obstacles I face along the way are building my strength.
The bumps I inadvertently take are making me a better driver, and all those tears I cried are washing me clean.
My tears matter and even my darkness matters.
My happiness matters.
The details that I find joy in matter.
The simple things that make me smile matter.
The moments that take my breath away matter. I should seek them, I should find them and I should do more of them.
My smile matters.
My existence matters. It’s not accidental, I’m here because I have a story to tell and I’m here because I will have an impact.
I matter.
I always have and I always will.
Maybe I forgot that because I’m surrounded by people who make me feel like I don’t, but I am enough and I am important and as long as I know that; nothing else matters.