I thought I am irrelevant

I thought that having friends keeps me away. I thought that having a company makes me say bad things. I thought to stay quiet and kind is the Definition of a real good person. But whether I looked up my book and told them hi, or kept reading, it would not have made a big difference. Because if I said hi to them, I interrupted my read. And if I did not and kept reading, I forgot what the lines I just read are about. If I do something about it or not, I think, it would not have a big impact. Because when I left, I thought everyone hated me. That people were much more relevant for them now. But when I heard some say thank you, the wave hit me hard and slapped me in my face. To have a worth, I do not need to do what I think will make me worthy. Indeed, I was not forgotten. Some people still remember me, even though I left nothing behind. It is never too late to refresh yourself with something else you can give others to be kind. It does not need to hurt you and be tiring but it should have value.