I had been meaning to mention this. Ten minutes after publishing my last post, I received news. Granted that it wasn't good news. But it was also like the universe was telling me that no, it was not my time yet. It probably won't be in many years (frankly, I do hope so). More recent happenings involving family and friends confirmed it. People do need me.
There are those who don't need me. Some don't care an iota whether I exist in their universe or not. They are probably too busy acting and thinking like the world revolves around them. Still, yes, I should never define my existence based on their false sense of self-importance.
No one should depend on other people's definition of them.
I assume that I'll still get these bouts of depression from time to time. What's important is to always remember that I matter to people who do matter to me, too. They need me. I can't bear the thought of leaving them hurt, angry, and confused.
If they think I'm their light, then I'll sure as heck try to shine as bright as I can. Even if I burn.
