People ask themselves, "Is my life important?" Everyone's answer is different. Some people feel the need to throw others into the mud and hoist others onto a pedestal as though one person is better than the other. My friend, if there is any doubt in your mind that you are not an amazing human being simply because you are a human being, then someone threw you into the mud once. Humans have such unique experiences that it is impossible to make one person exactly the same as the last. Yet, we hate ourselves and each other. Do we simply hate ourselves and the pieces of ourselves in others? Or is hatred a cycle that creates a wave that crashes down onto the backs of everyone it encounters?
To be honest, I have no idea what it is that causes people to hate themselves and each other. The people who have hate boiling within them carry a shell. The shell is a burden that is not easily shed but once it is, the feeling is liberating. Hate is what causes people to strike each other down, others to turn against their good morals to meet their own ends. Channel your anger into something beautiful and positive. Shed your shell and become the master of yourself.
Once you master yourself, you must learn to find the beauty in everything. This includes yourself. Your flaws are work of art that someone can try to recreate but will never the same justice as yourself. People who make humans look like the scum of the Earth by trying to get you to hate yourself, do not deserve to even know you. They try to crack the shell that you carry as a badge of who you used to be not as a sign of who you are, but every crack becomes another piece of the endless puzzle of you. Once they see that your shell is not a definition of who you are but who you were, they will try and try until someone teaches them to show themselves the same love that you have for yourself.
Your life is important. Sure, it's a puzzle that most people don't really figure out until at least their late thirties and even then, life is still harsh and confusing. I like to think that is the beauty of it. That every feeling felt over a lifetime is the same feeling every life feels eventually in one way or another. Your life is part of a legacy. A legacy that can document how they feel, what they see, and what the world means to them. A legacy with an unique point of view that no other creature on Earth shares. We cry when we're sad, angry, happy, afraid, and even grossed out. We laugh when something is funny or we just don't know what else to do. We make things awkward and we make moments beautiful. Your life is every bit as beautiful as the life that follows.
