A person is smaller than even a point of a needle on a map. I am not a pessimist, but I am a realist and in my eyes, I know my life does not matter to the rest of the 7.53 billion people in the world, because they do not know me and I have not made an impact on their lives to the point where my life would matter. However, to me, my life matters because if I were to disappear, the few very important people in my life would care. It takes just one person to give you love and support and make you feel as if you have a purpose in life. Once you start believing that you can become something and impact even one person, then life starts to matter, because now you have goals, no matter how broad or specific those goals may be. My life matters because of my family and my friends, especially my little sister, for whom I would do anything. My life matters because my loved ones matter to me.
