Do What Matters Most Novels & Stories

"Does it matter?" He had preached several times to Isabella on overthinking things. And here he was. Doing the exact same thing. It didn't matter, he decided. He would do the same thing he had done with all the women his mother had laid in his path. Enjoy what they offer and promise nothing in return. At least on the brighter side, those women paled in comparison to Isabella.

“Don’t let those doubts destroy what you are trying to do for them. Being a mom means fighting for them with all that you have. That’s what Gunner needs right now. He needs to see actions, not just pretty words. He needs to see you put in the effort and fight for him. He needs to know that he matters to you. That he matters so much that you are willing to do anything for him, including living in someone else’s house just to be near him.” Gosh. What she just said rings true in my head. For the longest time, I treated Gunner in a way that showed him he didn’t matter. I showed him that he wasn’t important. Now I need to prove otherwise. I need to show him that he is all that matters.

We're home. And that's all that matters.

At least he gave me another chance to live, and that is what matters the most. Standing up, I hummed to myself; I am so not letting any worry get to me today. All that matters is celebrating myself for being so strong and holding it down when things look awful. I am glad I held my ground for myself when no one did. Today it's all about me, and I will celebrate myself.

wasn't about success or surgery. It was about war.

“So that’s the only thing holding you back?” “I guess so,” I replied softly. “That’s the most important part. My secretary and I have been trying to brainstorm for the past hour.” My mom laughed. “Oh, Grayson,” she said, her voice warm. “You’re overcomplicating it.” I tilted my head. “How?” What did she mean? “You don’t have to think too much, just support something that feels close to home, or something that actually matters to you.” I went quiet. “I don’t know, should I just help people in the shelter or the homeless people? I mean, they need the money and I’m sure everyone will be happy about it.”

We needed them to see that. We gathered a group. Not to correct. To explore. “When you hesitate,” I asked. “What are you considering.” They answered honestly. “Previous outcomes.” “Potential risks.” “Similar situations.” “And.” “What could go wrong.” Yes. All valid. All necessary. But not always equally important. “How do you decide which matters most,” I asked. They paused. Because that was the gap. They were considering everything. But not prioritizing it. “You are treating all memory as equal,” I said.

When you miss someone that you have left behind, you will remember them and not the things that are not important. So, yes, it is true that life will not go as you plan. Life happens, and so does it end. We all will meet our destined fate. But it will be the path that you traveled that will count the most. It will be that one special person that meant more than the world. The one that you would sacrifice yourself just to see one single smile on their face. Don’t let life happen, and you have not done the things that you wanted. Live big, laugh loud, and love with your whole heart. You will, at the end, when you find yourself alone, you will appreciate the things that actually matter the most

It didn’t need to be dressed up to be real. Before bed, I stood by the window again, watching lights flicker across the street. Lives unfolding in ordinary ways. People making quiet promises to themselves without knowing that’s what they were doing. I realized then that the most meaningful promises weren’t about permanence. They were about presence. About choosing to live your life as if it mattered now, not later, not when conditions were perfect, not when someone else confirmed it was safe. I didn’t need to say anything out loud. The promise was already being kept.

"Mom, it doesn't even matter. Who I love or don't love doesn't even matter anymore." "Why does it not matter?" I look over at Alyssa. "She is the reason it doesn't matter. She is my only focus. I don't have the time anymore to worry about myself and my relationships." My mom rubs her hand across my cheek, wiping away tears that I didn't even know were there. "Baby, your feelings do matter. You have to take care of yourself as well as your baby. If you don't learn that now, you will be miserable. Go on upstairs and take a bath. Go relax and clear your head. Your dad and I will keep an eye on Alyssa. When you get done, your dad and I have a gift for you and Alyssa."