Do What Matters Most Novels & Stories

Alpha Andrea said and I was somehow confused. “What do you mean?” I questioned and he let out a chuckle. “First of all get yourself relaxed, and don't worry about any other thing.” He said reasonably like he knew everything was his fault, could it be, well he was right, my mental and physical health is what matters most right.

'That is the part that matters. ✦ ✦ ✦

Not destroying myself to build something that mattered. This was exactly right.

he retorted sarcastically. A self-conscious chuckle escaped my lips. "I understand your point, but it's just that... I don't know. There are numerous factors to consider here: my family, the children, and so on." "Cassandra , you need to prioritize yourself for once. Prioritizing yourself should be your primary concern. Life is incredibly short, and it's not worth spending all your time worrying about others while neglecting your own needs. It's time to embrace some self-centeredness, and rest assured, everyone else will be okay, and the world will keep spinning even if you focus on yourself.

“Why are you asking that?” Leo shrugged. “Some boys at school said only rich people matter.” Naomi immediately put her pencil down. Then she turned fully toward him. “Listen to me carefully,” she said softly. “Money can make life easier sometimes. But it does not decide if a person matters.” Leo looked thoughtful. “Then what matters?” Naomi smiled gently. “A good heart. Kindness. Honesty. Love.” Leo considered her answer carefully. Then he nodded seriously. “Okay.” Naomi touched his cheek softly.

“I’m part of your life.” The words hung between us. He stood then, pacing once across the room before turning back to me. “That’s exactly the problem.” My chest tightened. “What does that mean?” “It means you matter,” he said. “And anything that matters can be used.” A chill ran down my spine. “So what are you saying?” I asked. “That I should leave?” “No.” “Then what?” “That you need to be careful.” “I am careful.” “Not enough.” The bluntness stung.

“You can keep what you want. The stuff that matters.” “All of it matters.” My voice broke. “It all matters because it’s all I have left of them.” He didn’t say anything to that, just slid the fresh drink toward me. I downed it in one swallow. “The last thing I said to my mother was that I was too busy to talk,” I said, the words I’d been holding in finally breaking free. “She called while I was hiking with my friend, and I was out of breath and tired, and I told her I’d call her back. But I didn’t. I got distracted, and I didn’t call her back, and now she’s dead and the last thing she heard from me was basically ‘you’re not important enough right now.’”

This is the first time that I've heard that any of these things could affect a pregnancy. I responded to him by saying, "By the gods, they say it has an effect. Let's act in a manner that is commensurate with our values." When he was finally persuaded, he came up to me, gave me a bear hug, and said, "OK, that's it. The thing that matters the most to me is that neither of us gets angry with the other.

Mother bursted into laughter with her head thrown back in amusement, "Well aren't most men?" I gave her a quickening look. "You think that's fair don't you?" "No, that's not what what I mean. It's just… It doesn't matter the kind of person that Liam is. It's not that you even like him so it doesn't matter." I dumbfounded by my mother's statement, "Doesn't matter?" I stood to my feet in annoyance, "What Liam is… doesn't matter?" Mom nudged me with a smile, "Oh, come on. If you're using Liam, what matters isn't the kind of guy he is, or what he does that's inconvenient for you. What matters is what the benefit you can get out of him."

"What's the biggest thing in your life right now?" I try to speak, but I'm stuck. My gut says this contest, because isn't that why I'm having a hard time? Isn't that why I feel like I can't breathe with all this stress? But then I ponder it. What matters most to me? Pictures pop into my head, not of awards or fame, but of Liam. His giggles when he rushes to hug me. His tiny fingers clutching mine. How he smiles up at me brimming with affection and faith, like I'm his entire universe.