existing

I often used to wonder why I was put on this planet.  I mean, what purpose did I have?

Was I just a small cog in a large commercial machine; or here as cannon fodder for when the next war broke out?  Even after I got married and had a family I still pondered the reason behind my existence.  I mean yes, I went to work, earned money, provided for my family and put a roof over all our heads.  And then I cared for my mother through her later years.

But why?

It is only now, in the dying embers of Christmas 2017 that I finally realise why I am here.

It is to finish off the chocolates that no one else wants of course.  You know, the ones with praline in them that shatter your teeth on impact and would still be there, wrapped, uneaten and rotting away until next Christmas were it not for me and men like me the world over.

Finally, I have a reason for being.