I Hope All Of This Still Matters In 10 Years

“In 10 years none of this will matter. In 10 years none of these people will matter.”

I beg to disagree. In 10 year these people will have been and a few will still be some of the most influential people to have been in my life. So I beg to disagree.

In 10 years the girl whose eyes shine with unbridled talent and passion will matter. She devotes herself completely to those she cares about with the same attention she pays to her writing. And I know these words that I am using won’t do her justice, because none could. She can not only make the paper come to life but make you laugh and cry all within the first moments of reading it. And she has managed to shape part of me. She has taught me to realize that it is always okay to not be okay but not to let it stop you. She taught me to look for the best of each day because you never know which could be your last. She has taught me that I can do whatever I want, that if I wanted to write I could and even should. I beg to disagree that in 10 years she will no longer matter.

I beg to disagree that in 10 years another wonderful girl, one who has stuck by my side through thick and thin, will no longer matter. That my wonderful best friend, a girl who loved me even when love was something I couldn’t believe I deserved, will no longer matter. The girl that no matter how angry or upset we have been with each other will always rush to my side with a shoulder to cry on or an ear to listen with or an hour of silence, to just be with me. This girl has influenced my life in one of the greatest ways possible. She has stuck by and taught me that I deserve love. She has influenced me to always listen and to be the best friend I can be because I know how lucky I am to have had her. She has taught me to open doors and smile at strangers because it’s the little things that make the biggest difference. So I beg to disagree that one day she will not matter.

There is this boy who broke my heart. And now I know how it sounds but in 10 years he will matter. He taught me something I never knew before. That actions speak louder than words. He has taught me a valuable lesson in life, that the things people say mean very little in the grand scheme of things, but their actions speak volumes. Maybe someday I will no longer remember his name or exactly what he looks like. But the lessons I learned from him will still be a part of me. And I beg to disagree that in 10 years he will no longer matter.

I beg to disagree that the loud and brilliant beauty that is my newest and already one of my closest friends won’t matter 10 years from now. She has a beautiful heart. She is confident and thoughtful, she always thinks everything through. I love her sense of adventure and the excitement I see in her eyes everytime she talks about something she loves. She may not have been in my life for a long time but she has already taught me that no matter how much you think you are, you are not alone. She has taught me to believe in solidarity in a way I never have before. So I beg to disagree that this person who I bonded with so quickly will not matter in 10 years.

I beg to disagree that the boy whose heart I broke will no longer matter. That the lessons I learned in trying and failing to love him the way he needed, the way he wanted, won’t carry him with me. He was a light in a dark tunnel for a long time. And I know in my heart that for a reason I don’t quite understand I was his. I learned that no matter how much you care about someone sometimes it’s just not meant to be. That no matter how much you wish you could avoid hurting them sometimes there is no choice. I beg to disagree he won’t matter some day.

I beg to disagree that the wonderful freshman who shaped the last six months of my life won’t matter anymore. That someone who was there for me and understood me won’t matter. This girl who is wonderfully kind. Brilliantly smart. Someone who without whom I probably never would have made it through some of the hardest times in my life will matter 10 years from now. I refuse to believe that the family she has helped me build will not matter 10 years from now.

I hope that these people will still be around to teach me so many lessons in the years to come and that in 10 years they will still be around. But I am not naive. I know that the probability that these people will still me in my life in 10 years in unlikely. But I beg to disagree that in 10 years none of these people will matter to me. For each of them introduced me to a new point of view and a new way to see life. And for the way it is, I could wish for nothing more.