Sometimes I get skeptical about the direction where my life is headed. What if I don’t get to meet the one person I am supposed to meet, if there is such a thing, because I am meeting all these other people instead, who are, essentially, unnecessary distractions from finding something significant and precious? How could I even recognize that one person among all these other?
But then I think to myself “well, maybe I am supposed to meet all these people for some reason.” But most people I meet make almost no difference in my life and give me nothing of value, they just take and take and take, and I’m a giver and not a taker, but maybe that’s just how it’s supposed to be; maybe that’s just my role and duty, which I regard as an honor on better days when I’m happier than today. But usually nobody congratulates, applauds, or hugs you for that, and you wonder if it takes away from the value of your acts of kindness to strangers and friends that you wish that someone would. You wish that someone would kiss your hand and say “thank you,” and you wish that you could stroke their hair and say, “it’s okay, I’ve always wanted to do this for you
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