Jun 02 23

Sometimes I wish someone cared.
But that's all it is.
A wish.

Nobody cares.
Nobody has, for a while.

That's just life.
I can't change it.
All I can do is wake up every morning, do what I do best, and call it a day.
Until I run out of days.

At least I've got something to live for.
A purpose.
Not someone.
It's not a person.
But it is something.
It gives my life a meaning, however small that may be.
I'm good at my job.
One of the best.

I suppose I should be grateful for it.
Perhaps there are people who wish they could be me.
People who wish they could be as good as I am.
People who envy me.
Life isn't always as lustrous as it appears to be.
Sometimes there's a lot of pain hidden in a smile.

But I wouldn't have it any other way, I suppose.
It's quiet.
Peaceful.
One who knows the value of that knows not to seek company.