Niches

Not everybody gets to do something amazing with their life, but everyone
deserves to have their own place in the world.  Some where they call home,
some one they call friend, some way they call life.  Nobody should have to
endure the painful feeling that they may perhaps be alone in the world,
misunderstood and lost.  Like if they packed up and moved tomorrow, the
empty space would soon be occupied by a different, more memorable soul.

I could have stayed.  I would have earned my 9, then my 11, then applied for
my 12.  I wanted to go to grad school, but I never needed to.  I wanted to
meet men my age, but I would have found one eventually.  I wanted to make an
impact somewhere, be important to somebody, but I could have realized that
what I do at work will never amount to anything worth mentioning to
strangers.  I could have stayed and continued to pay rent and kept all my
belongings and still spent my free timing loving my friends and my routine
and my daily activities.  None of my problems were solved by leaving.  Just
changed.

But somehow I am gone.  And I am here now.  And there must be some larger
plan that I have no right to know about.  Life simply can't be all
coincidence.