Do I have a meaning?

Sometimes I feel like I am without value. Like the pockets on women clothing. I sometimes irritate people, like the nat trying to say hi to your eye.

It's easy to tell someone that they mean something when you don't understand the meaning behind the questions..

I am not asking if I can be defined.
I am not asking if I am at all valuable.

|I am merely asking whether or not I hold any significance in the grand scheme of existence...|

Am I going to be a family member that held no power in my voice, no motion in my hands, no pathway with my feet, no story with my eyes?

Won't I be a beautiful poem of history? Or am I doomed to be a fading memory...?