Sometimes, you just want to let yourself believe that it’s worth something. Any of it, all of it. All of the time you spend, all of the effort you pour into it.
Sometimes you want to feel that it’s all for a reason. Even if you have to lie to yourself, to let yourself believe it.
To tell yourself the lie so that just for one second in the span of eternity you feel like you’re worth something. And to know for just one brief second in time that it was real. That you existed. That you were wholly alive and that you and who you are and what you did meant something.
Even if it was only to you, and that’s all that it would ever be.
And sometimes—just sometimes– even the lie is enough.