There are times in life I wonder where things could have gone different.
So many friends and family get married, have kids, and the such. I chose the newspaper industry and was married to a job that definitely never reciprocated. I missed weddings and family events, and friend’s events for the job.
I worked my ass off and gave my heart.
To the corporate world, I was another grunt. Another number. I was invisible. Do the work, and get pennies on the dollar. That’s what it seemed like, anyway, with mandated furloughs and no raises for like five years.
Like I said, for nothing.
There were times I wondered if what I did was ever noticed. I truly, at times, felt invisible.
As a daydreamer, I often wonder if choices made would have made things better or worse. What if I had followed in my father’s footsteps of being a cop? Maybe I would have gone on to somehow become a Trooper? In that case, I’d probably be a lot closer to retirement – with a great pension – than I am right now.
On the flip side, what if that had happened? What if I had been assigned somewhere else and something happened to me? After all, nobody ever said being a cop was easy.
What if I had gone to college faster out of high school and did the path one was “supposed” to take? Would I have gone in a direction? Would I have already been in PR, just somewhere else? Who knows. Maybe I’d be one of those millions of people in the city … working every day and being just another face – invisible among millions.
Whenever I go to the city, I always try and look at people and see their face, their eyes; to make a small connection, albeit for a moment in time. Because after that, we all become invisible. You’ll likely never, ever see that person again. Ever. It’s like they are whisked away.
But what happens if these things change?
Life changes. Maybe I have a different set of friends. Maybe I’m married with kids. Maybe I’m married and divorced. Maybe my career would be way worse than ever working at a newspaper. Maybe … maybe I’m no longer here.
That’s the crazy part of life.
One change, one movement, one decision … put it all in a different realm and you could be in a different space and time, though likely still invisible among the billions of people on Earth.
The key, though, is to not be invisible among the people you truly care for. As long as you are visible to the people who matter, you’ll never be invisible.
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