She's just another name, another face, another person I'll never meet.

Today, I was on break for my macroeconomics class and went on tumblr on my phone. Scrolling, reblogging, passing the time by. Then I read a post by a girl who seemed really disappointed and depressed. In it she said something to the effect of “I have no friends, no dreams, I hate my boyfriend, I’m not pretty.” and she closed with “Goodbye.” And I was going to reply but then my break was over so I was going to save the post for later and reply later when I had time. But my clumsy fingers must have actually hit unfollow and I was unable to find who she was or to help her.

Maybe she’s okay; maybe she’s not; maybe I couldn’t say anything that would have mattered; maybe I could have. But it’s sad that we value our self worth by how we think others’ see us. That we are meaningless if we are not acknowledge to be worth something. The beauty of life is that we are all given a limited amount of time on this world. We can dream; we can love; we can be happy; we can do something that matters. But we must want it. We must value our lives as a means to achieve inner happiness and to produce the most happiness in the world we live in.

It makes me sad that I could never tell her this and to tell her to keep fighting, because one day maybe it’ll all be worth it.