All my friends have phones. I do not. All my friends have a thousand followers and ten thousand likes. I do not.
All my friends have fast cars and big houses. I do not. Yet i'm happy.They are not.
I can appreciate a home cooked meal with family and those I love. They can not. They have to amuse those of the world to their beauty to become famous.That's all that matters they say. I say that they are wrong.
Life matters. The feeling of leaves crumbling in my hand matters, the feeling of a goodnight kiss to the one I care about matters.
The last hug goodnight to my little siblings matters. That's what matters to me.