Every Little Movement

Disclaimer: Not mine.

You were taught to understand that you're insignificant.

Not directly, of course. A child's dreams must not be crushed.

But, over the years, you've slowly become more aware.

You just started realizing it.

And, one day, you woke up and said that it didn't matter.

Whatever you did made no difference.

Because, really, can one person change the world?

Of course not.

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We'd all like to entertain that dream.

Sometimes, you just need to fool yourself into believing that it can be true.

Sometimes, you gotta just let go of reality, and say that you can change history.

And when you do, it feels good.

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The natural train of thought to succeed "I don't matter" is the following:

Why should I care?

Maybe I should kill myself.

...nah.

If my life doesn't matter, what should I do?

Wait...

My life doesn't matter.

I can do anything.

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And then you can live.

For a long time, you were told that you mattered, that you could be one of those fairy tale princesses, that you could change the world.

And, so, you cared.

You cared and you hoped and you dreamed and you loved.

And you protected yourself.

Because, if you were to die, who else could change the world?

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But now that you realize that it doesn't matter, that you don't matter...

Well, that opens up quite a few possibilities.

And so you open yourself up.

And you live a little.

And you have fun.

But you stop caring and hoping and dreaming and loving.

Because once you realize that you don't matter, you can't forget it.

You can't return.

Eden is gone.

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And all of a sudden, it hits you full in the face.

And you're not scared, or shocked, because you've been slowly realizing it.

You knew it was coming.

And now it's here.

You know you'll die.

And you know that a thousand years later, no one will even know you existed.

And nothing you did could really have a lasting impression on the universe.

The world, perhaps, but the universe is much too large.

You realize how very small you are.

And, darling, I'm so sorry, but that's just the way it is.

No one will care.

You don't matter.

And I'm sorry.

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Really, honey, I am.

It's terrible that nobody will care that you were ever here.

I know that you want to go back to being young, go back to dreaming and hoping and caring and loving.

I know that you want to pretend to be significant.

We all do.

You'd like to pretend that you could be whatever you wanted to be.

You'd like to pretend that you could really make a difference in the world.

You'd like to pretend that you would be remembered after you died.

You'd like to pretend that each and every single thing you did, every little movement, meant something to the world.

Hell, I'd like to pretend that.

And I hate to break it to you, girl, but that's not the way life works.

People will tell you time and again that every little movement you make does not mean anything, because the world doesn't revolve around you.

They'll tell you not to be self-centered, because you don't matter.

They'll tell you to give up.

They'll tell you to stop caring and hoping and dreaming and loving.

But I'll tell you differently.

Every day of your life, if you'd like.

Every morning, I'll wake you up and I'll tell you to care and to hope and to dream and to love.

I'll tell you to hold on and be thankful and try to do something good for the world.

Because, honey, although the universe may tell you that you're so small, there's no way every little movement you make could matter, I say differently.

Because, Lily Evans, every little movement you make matters to me.

Just something that was on my mind. Hope you liked it. Review please!