does it really matter?

i'm trying, i'm trying, i'm trying to figure out what it is that really matters.

i'm trying, i'm trying, i'm trying to figure out if it really matters.

i'm trying, i'm trying, i'm trying to figure out if anything really matters.

what is it, in this world, that really does matter? what is important? is there anything? anything worthy of our attention and our devotion? is there anything really worthy of putting my time into? what should i focus on? what should i desire? where, oh where, are the answers...? where should i look? my scenery is littered with messages of materialism and all things temporary. and what, if any, of these things really matter? 

is it the clothes, the fashion, the style, the way we fix our hair and what we put on our face or the way we walk and the way we talk that is the definitive factor of who we are? really, really...what are these things in comparison to who we are? what makes us? what makes me? who am i? who do you say i am? does it matter? what is opinion but a wavering thought, and why should we let it affect us? why should we let the perspective of another make us, let it tell us who we are and what to make of life, what to do with life?

what is it that i should put into this life? does that define what i will get out of it? should i jump forward, one foot in front of the other in careless bounds and leaps or shall i reserve myself, and tread with caution...? should i protect myself from heartbreak or let go with no fear of being hurt... what should i make of this life? is there anything here, on this earth, that will stand the test of time? does it all really matter?

because i'm trying, i'm trying, i'm trying to figure out what it is that really matters.

i'm trying, i'm trying, i'm trying to figure out if it really matters.

i'm trying, i'm trying, i'm trying to figure out if anything really matters.

(photography by Stefania Paparelli)