What you made is beautiful

I don’t care if it took you too long to make, or not long enough. It’s still beautiful.

I don’t care if no one ever sees it but you. It’s still beautiful.

I don’t care if I remember it forever or just in this moment. It’s still beautiful.

I don’t care if you only see its flaws. Heck, I don’t care if everyone else does too. It’s still beautiful.

I don’t care if you made a painting or a poem or small talk or a doodle or a life for yourself or someone else’s day or an idea or a mess.

What you made is beautiful.

And so is the story of you making it.

Making it because… Making it in spite of…

Making it all the way here.

Here, where you and me and everyone else made something together.

We made a world. Made of people. Who are made of good things.

We made a world I want to live in, despite everything.

And that’s beautiful.