It didn't feel important at the time.
Listening properly. Saying the honest thing.
Being actually present with someone who needed you there.
But something settled in your chest by evening.
Quiet. Different from the noise that usually fills that space.
Marcus Aurelius called it proper human work.
Kindness. Clear thinking. Attention to what's real.
Not a feeling to find.
Work that produces one.
Do it again tomorrow.