Life doesn’t always make sense.
Sometimes it’s messy.
In the middle of all of it, it’s easy to forget; you aren’t random.
You were not thrown into this world by chance.
You were chosen; on purpose, for a reason.
Even in the noise, you matter.
Even when plans unravel and nothing feels sacred, your life is.
And sometimes the greatest peace comes not from understanding the chaos, but knowing you are not defined by it.
You are an answer to a question the world didn’t know it was asking.