Some One Cares That You Are Here.

Somebody cares that you exist.
I care that you exist.

In the day to day of life we can feel like everything is fixed against us. Like we're climbing up a muddy hill in the rain and we keep sliding back down in defeat and disgrace.

You're not alone.

It can feel like that little pebble you're trying to add to the world doesn't matter. That song, that painted figure, that poem, story, cake, dance, hug.

You sit and hear your mind echo endlessly that it's all useless and that the world won't change with your passing.

But you're wrong.

It does matter.

All of it matters.

Because if you are genuine, you will bring a smile to someone's face. You will gain their trust. You will be their shoulder to lean on when they feel like this.

If you haven't been genuine in the past, it's not to late to be honest with yourself and change. You can make the world better. You can be better.

You may be that one who convinces someone to put down the bottle of pills they planned to take the last sleep of their life, and you'd never know. You never will.

We can't ever see all the ways we affect the world around us. Especially when the darkness is creeping in. Whether a break up, job loss, a lost opportunity, a failed endeavor, bad news from the doctor, a battle with drugs or alcohol or any other of life's endeavors that just didn't go the way you wanted.

You figure, why bother?

I get it. I've been there. What took the blade from my wrist or got me to stop wandering dangerous neighborhoods hoping to run into the wrong person was a phone call. A message. A hand to hold when I needed it.

And if no one else is offering, than I am.

It's not that no one cares. I promise you. I know it feels that way sometimes, but more people care about you than you will ever fully comprehend, and that is part of the magic of life. All the ways we affect each other that we never see or hear.

The way you affect me.

If you're reading this right now, you've touched me in some way, and I am forever grateful for your contribution to my life.

We just get so caught up in our own lives that we forget to check in sometimes. I'm very guilty of this myself with each project I throw myself into.

But they still care. I still care.

You are loved. You are wanted. And you will leave an awful, bleeding, jagged hole in this world if you were to leave it.

And if you don't believe me, believe in me.
There's no hill I won't climb.
If you can't believe in yourself right now, just believe in me, believing in you.