You matter as much as the things that matter to you do.
At some point we all look up and realize we are lost in a maze.
The joy you bring us is so much greater than the sadness we feel about your illness.
"Please stop," I said. "You're upsetting the black Santas."
...it occurred to me that the voracious ambition of humans is never sated by dreams coming true, because there is always the thought that everything might be done better and again.
I have guts, just not when it counts.