nobody is irrelevant. nobody is invisible. your neighbors know your name and see you set off to school or work or the backyard everyday, sometimes with a spring in your step and sometimes with hunched over shoulders. there was this one time some stranger pointed you out to their friends and said âthatâs the haircut I wantâ or âI have that shirt, tooâ or âthey go to my schoolâ. someone has admired the way you carry yourself or gave a presentation or even the way youâre so polite when you first meet a person. youâve made comments or jokes that have stuck in minds of overhearers and eavesdroppers. when old classmates of yours think back to kindergarten or fourth grade or sophomore year they remember you and have an opinion of you. youâve made recommendations of songs and restaurants and even cookie brands and actually introduced people to their all-time favorites. the cashier at the grocery store knows exactly what laundry detergent your household uses, or even if you donât do your laundry at all.
you can never be irrelevant. thereâs pieces of you everywhere, in a dozen lives, in a hundred dreams, in a million memories. maybe itâs true that you donât have any friends, and you have a sucky relationship with your family or no family at all and no-one ever checks up on you, and youâre really very lonely, but that doesnât determine your worth. you do. and so do the billions of small attributions youâve already made to the world, both long-term and short-term. so thank you.
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