Do you feel like your life means anything to anyone? Perhaps more than their need of you to help them?

The people I’m closest to choose to be near me when they don’t have to be. Not all of them would be horribly upset by the loss of me, but I seem to be a good and pleasant thing to them for the most part, and I think there’s meaning in that. Like we may not always sit under our favorite tree, but it gives us something of worth when we do kinda thing.