How sad

I am content with my station in life. I love my Children, friends, my job. I don't need a lot more and tend to offer any excess that I have to others. 

Giving feels good. Monetary goods, token of affection, advice,knowledge, my words. 

Aside from the few close to me I find the extent of these humble gifts go unnoticed. Which makes me sorrowful. 

Should someone brighten my day by a comment or gesture, I savor it like a treasure.

How sad that my lesson is to stop being who I am, to avoid allowing others to see me for who I am, to avoid giving small gestures that make me happy. 

Those that hurt, hurt deep and make caution the order of the day. How sad.