You’re Not Dispensable?

I’ve never felt like I’m not dispensable. 

I’m always worried I’ll be easily replaced. 

Because why wouldn’t I be?

What’s so special about me?

Nothing really.

When someone or something new comes along, why wouldn’t I be lost in the crowd?

I know for a fact I’m not the only one who cares

Perhaps I care “too much”?

Does that set me apart?

But I’ve never felt sorry for caring too much. 

It always felt right to care too much. It always made me happy 

But it isn’t vice versa. 

I screw up a lot. 

Not sure why

But it doesn’t mean I don’t care

It’s not fair to think that

But that’s too bad

Because if I don’t care

Then I’d be dispensable

So maybe that’s that

Hidden Treasures

Auckland is really big.  There are parts of it I never even knew existed after 16 years of living here. 

And you never discover them until you’re dragged there by someone else on a day where you had planned to just relax at home. 

Even halfway through the exploring when you want to turn back because you’re tired and hungry but they drag you along a new path anyway and you arrive by some glorious happenstance, here.

You wouldn’t believe this was in my city would you? But it is. 

Life’s been super rough lately. But treasures like this still offer a pick-me-up when needed.