If we were to have coffee, at least for today, I might tell you of my struggle to be meaningful. I would ask if you ever had days where you felt meaningless? Where you felt as if there wasn’t much to be proud of, that you hadn’t done much worth meaning.
I would spew my jumbled and erratic thoughts your way, hoping some of it rang true for you as well, so maybe you could offer advise, or you could relate; because relating with another human being, makes things seem less raw. You’d be a layer of skin to help me move forward
If we were to have coffee tomorrow, at least, I would l tell you what I did to be meaningful the day before. I would ask if you ever had days where you felt meaningful? Where you felt as if you had done so much to be proud of, you stumbled but you rose and created something meaningful?
So thank you for meeting with me twice, and being my anchor to reality, for seeing me through my days.