Does it really matter?

I sit and ponder whether or not my dilemmas matter. In the midst of the world around me, are my problems important? Out of curiosity this question often comes into my mind. Does it really matter?

When my eyelids swell from the tears. I wonder, does it really matter? When I breathe so hard, but can’t catch a breath, does it really matter?

The squabbles life brings us seem so petty in the realism of this world. People starving, soldiers dying, violence occurring. Does my life really matter?

Does anyone even know my name? Does anyone ever enjoy my face? Am I good enough for this world? Does it really matter?

In life we ask this question, only to hear no answer. I lift up my eyes and look to the sky for some sort of reply. Nothing, just more pain. On towards the next day.

Does it really matter?