I always am a little sad when others feel they don’t matter.
Not because I have felt that way,
but because it is a lie we tell ourselves,
a way to be oblivious to the truth that everyone matters.
We can’t be a Beethoven or Mozart,
or even like the girl in your class that always laughs at your jokes,
but if you tell me you won’t ever make a difference,
you are lying.
Maybe it was the way you smiled at the stranger in the hall,
or how you offered up your seat on the bus,
or maybe it’s the way you saved someone’s life.
Just your very existence is changing the way the Earth moves.
You may not be famous or popular,
and I can guarantee most never will be,
but that doesn't matter for mattering can be as simple as the fire in your heart,
or how your lips generally curve upwards towards the sky.

You matter. And you always will.