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He said her choosing is the only factor that matters. Marcus said yes. He said that is what I needed to hear you say. He drank the rest of his coffee. He set the cup down. He said you have done the work Damian. He said the file and the case and the therapy and the Thursdays. He said I have watched you do it without performing it for an audience and that is the version that counts. He said now stop doing the work for an audience even if the audience is just you watching yourself do the work. He said just do it. He said do it because it is the right thing and because you are becoming the right person. He said not because of where it might lead.

The secret is to never give up! The present is that moment in which you live permanently, it is this awareness of being alive, it is this need to dream. The present is that moment when you keep thinking about the past and imagining your future. The present is thus the only time that matters, the only time where you can take an action, make a difference with an attitude. The present is also the only time that should occupy your mind.

“But more than that, I think today reminded me of what really matters. It’s not the shop, or the house, or even the struggles we’ve faced. It’s this—it’s us, it’s our family. That’s what’s most important.” Ethan pressed a kiss to the top of her head, his lips lingering there for a moment. “You’re right, Claire. I’ve been so focused on trying to fix everything that I almost forgot why we’re doing it in the first place. It’s not about the business; it’s about making sure we’re taking care of each other, of our kids. That’s what really matters.” They sat in silence for a while, the only sound the soft crackle of the dying fire and the occasional rustle of the wind outside. The tension that had

I began, my voice laced with a mixture of vulnerability and determination, "Do you ever feel like we've lost sight of what truly matters? That the pursuit of power and wealth has clouded our judgment?" He paused, his gaze turning to me with a depth of understanding. "Bella, it's a valid concern. We have been consumed by the game, the endless pursuit of success. But deep down, I believe we haven't lost sight of what truly matters—our love, our values, and the people who are important to us."

Two observations from my nine-year-old about his parents and the way they move through the world. "Why do you write these things?" I ask him. "Because people do things that matter," he says. "And if I don't write them down, then they're just things that happened. But if I write them down, then they're things that matter. Things that someone noticed. Things that were important enough to remember." He's nine years old and he understands something that most people spend their whole lives trying to figure out. That observation is a form of love. That noticing things about people and documenting them is a way of saying: you matter. You were seen. You were important enough for me to write down.

It only matters what we do now. I believe that. I have to believe that. Because if I start questioning whether the bar was planned or whether someone decided I was going to matter to Alexander before I decided it myself, I will spiral into a version of myself I do not want to be anymore. The version that second-guesses everything. That assumes every good thing is a trick waiting to fall apart.

“Haha, this boy is too handsome.” “Any girl in mind?” the priest asked. “No, sir.” “I’m focused on passing my exams...” Before I could finish, my mum jumped in. “Relationships distract young people too much,” my mum said. “Oh please,” another woman laughed. “Let the boy enjoy small things while he can. Soon, he would not even have the time to speak with his family or gather with us like this.” I quietly slipped away to the kitchen before they asked me more unnecessary questions. All I could think about was the text Jeremy sent earlier.

“Why?” I open my mouth to answer but no sound comes out, I've never questioned it before and I don't know what to say because I don't even know myself the reason why I do that. “I don't know...” I admit with confusion. A stony silence fills the office as I avoid eye contact. “Make your head stop seeing your illness as the center of the universe and start directing your thoughts in a different direction. Don't let the bad comments rumble any louder inside you”

Naomi's POV College. The one thing everyone should be thinking about. But instead, only 10% of us take it seriously maybe even less. Instead of thinking about our future we think about out next move, the next party and an array of things that's aren't as important as our future. Frankly thinking about is stressful, so why not avoid the thought completely whenever you can? Focus on enjoying your last year of high school before officially becoming an adult. At least that's what I think other kids my age are thinking.

"Then we tell the world that we're doing things our way. That we're building something real instead of just playing along with their games." "That's going to ruffle some feathers." "Let them be ruffled. The people who matter will understand. The people who don't understand don't matter." "When did you become so wise?" "When I fell in love with a social worker who reminded me what actually matters." "Flattery will get you everywhere." "I'm counting on it." As they finished breakfast and began sketching out plans on napkins, Sophia felt a sense of excitement she hadn't experienced in years. This was what she'd always wanted a chance to make a real difference, to address problems at their sourc