It Matters Not

Sometimes you just reach a certain day—perhaps a specific, treasured moment—and you realise that everything else before it matters very little. All the rockiest times, the mistakes, and the missteps. They pale in comparison now. You made it. Here. To this moment. It is real, in the flesh, and beautiful. Everything that proceeded has run its course. In spite of all the occasions when you were wishing away the time, begging to escape, and equally, the cherished moments that you wanted to cling to forever, the time did pass. It always does. As long as you’re here, what has been matters not.