Am I Useless, Sometimes?

Even before Social distancing was enforced as a norm, I knew some people mastered the art of ignoring me.

Some, only reached out after a while for a handout from my pockets. Meanwhile, other's were only interested in my utility. What is there in me for them?
A safer pair of hands. 

Well, the realities of my personality whether due to temperance or sheer nurture is that I am my worst critic. My critical demons are tough on me than on anyone I could project them on. Most of the time, I feel I am not enough. Everything is just my fault. 

Anyone can blame anything on me. I will take it in. 

I know this to be true. I must be imperfect to pursue excellence. Otherwise, the perfectionist bug will drain all my juices. Excellence is an adrenaline for imperfect peeps. 

This much is true. I am valuable, even when not being of service. By me being around, someone has the peace of mind that he can reach out and I might share in their world.
Some reach out for a spiritual perspective. 
Some for Mathematics and analytical issues. 
Others for simple technological (know how) solutions. 

If I had no job, but had an office. I would allow an open door policy and wouldn't miss business. Just haven't mastered, minding my own. I know you are just like me.

If I am use-less to you now, I bet it just my time to take a rest. I have a feeling, you still need me. This is just, human. 

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