It Matters

It matters that you said no.

It matters that you said yes.

It matters, even when it feels most like it doesn't. 

It matters that you made eye contact. 

It matters that you gave up your subway seat. 

It matters that you put a dollar in that man's crumpled cup. 

It matters that you smiled, especially if they smiled back but even if they didn't.

It matters that you said "Good morning" and "Goodnight." 

It matters that you tipped your server 20%. 

It matters that you really listened. 

It matters that you remembered their names. 

It matters that you taught. And that you learned. 

It matters that you sent that birthday card. 

It matters that you trusted, and were trustworthy. 

It matters that you told the truth, and asked that it be told to you. 

It matters that you thought, 'It doesn't matter,' and then stopped yourself and realized and accepted that it does. 

It matters that you quieted the unkind voice in your head, and told it how you'd like to be spoken to from now on. 

It matters that you opened the laptop and wrote. 

It matters that you shut the laptop and tuned into the world around you. 

It matters that you created, that you made something, even if no one saw it. 

It matters no matter what they say. 

It matters that you finished the book. 

It matters that you decided to pull out your bookmark and return it to the library halfway through.

It matters that you said, "Not good enough."

It matters that you said, "Good enough."

It matters that you believe in God. 

It matters that you don't believe in God, but believe in others' belief. 

It matters that you asked. 

It matters that you left the question unasked. 

It matters that you went. Or that you decided not to go. 

It matters that you forgave, especially if it's yourself.

It matters even when no one's watching. 

It matters, even if you can't see the effects for a long time, or ever. 

It matters because you know. We know.

It all matters. You matter.