There was a lot about me that I used to share. I made it sound so positive and warm. Like my life had some kind of specialness to it. That I had some kind of calling to make the world a better place. But now, I am just here. I want to live a simple, peaceful life. A life without expectations, hopes, or dreams. I’ve tried that way before, the romanticized way. It ends in disappointment, disillusion, and despair. Now, I will be content with a sunny day. A quiet breeze. A day free from the bombardment of grief.