Black, blue, and everyone in between…it doesn’t matter. To me, everyone and everything matters.

I suddenly came to this realization last year. And I had made the unfortunate decision to post this on Facebook. This got some people upset with me. People that I considered “friends”. This got me very upset and at first, I didn’t know why. But then, it occurred to me: everyone and everything matters to me.

Everyone that I ever come across, they matter to me. Their opinions matter to me. Their thoughts and feelings matter to me. Their lives matter to me. If they’re hurting, I am hurting, because I can feel their pain, and I just want to help them in any way that I can.

Everything matters to me. What I do in my life matters. What’s going on in the world matters. Humans, plants, animals, the world, the universe, and so much more, all matter.

Because if nothing matters, what’s the point of living? Everything’s gotta matter in life. What’s the point of living if you don’t feel alive? And if you don’t feel alive, you’re not really living. You’re just…nothing. And nothing matters in life unless you’re living it.

We get so caught up in all these types of “Lives Matter” movements. And that tends to happen when someone dies. And then we tend to focus on the fact that they’re gone, which can be very overwhelming. But we also gotta remember that the people who are gone have also lived. Therefore they mattered. And if nothing matters, then what’s the point of all of it?

I guess, for lack of a better way to put it, to just keep on living life, no matter what it throws at ya, because everyone and everything matters.