In the true scope of things, our lives can seem so minuscule,

Insignificant.

Yet every experience, every moment

Every relationship we foster, is truly everything.

So significant.

 

We must not minimize our pain, just because others are suffering more.

We must allow ourselves to feel, to love

To realize that while things are never guaranteed,

Never perfect,

They are always right.

 

Every struggle, every laugh, is molding and shaping what is meant to be.

 

Things do not fall neatly into place, but they land right at home.

You cannot obtain true strength,

Without experiencing the struggle.

True bonds are created through pain and tears,

Hard work and sacrifice,

But, tell me, is there anything that is more

Significant?