Does it Matter?

Does it matter?

That’s the question lurking beneath everything. Every choice, every hesitation, every moment of doubt: somewhere underneath it all is the quiet, nagging thought: Does any of this actually matter?

And the answer, if we’re being brutally honest, is both yes and no.

No, in the grand cosmic scale, it doesn’t. The universe will keep expanding whether or not you send that message, take that risk, or change your life. The world has spun for billions of years before you arrived and will continue long after you’re gone. Most of what consumes your thoughts today will be forgotten. Even the things that feel like life or death now will be trivial given enough time.

But..... But.... the thing is, That’s not where we live.

We don’t live in the vastness of the universe. We don’t live in the abstract, in the cold logic of inevitability. We live here, in this moment, in these relationships, in the tiny, fleeting choices that shape our experience of life.

And in this world, the world of human meaning, WE inhabit, yes, it matters.

It matters that you told your friend you loved them, even if they already knew.

It matters that you followed curiosity instead of fear, even if no one noticed.

It matters that you stood up, even if you were the only one.

It matters that you kept going, even when it felt like no one cared.

Because meaning isn’t something we find. It’s something we create.

The weight of existence isn’t some fixed truth, sitting outside of us, waiting to be discovered. It’s built in the way we move through life. It’s shaped by the stories we tell ourselves. It’s made real by what we choose to give weight to.

So no, maybe it doesn’t matter. Not in the sense we sometimes wish it would, not in a way that grants us cosmic significance or guarantees a legacy.

But if you feel it, if you’re here, if you’re asking the question—then maybe that’s your answer.

It matters because you do.