Sometimes I think about what it would be like to have a flashier job, a better-paying job, a job that would allow me to use my creative talents for "greater" things, a job where I felt a little more respected and a lot less frustrated.
And then a kid comes over and talks about something going on in her life and she asks for advice, and maybe complains a little bit like kids sometimes do (and when you hear what the thing was, you feel sad for her and know that she really just needed someone to talk to).
Or an adult will come over with a grown-up problem and I help him and then, because he couldn't fix the problem alone, he has actual tears of gratitude in his eyes, and suddenly I do too, and I remember that these are things that matter and I'm where I'm supposed to be.
So maybe the flashier things are empty and meaningless and maybe they aren't, but it means more to me to be there for someone than to be someone.
Sometimes I think about that.