You magnificent creature! For a generation you toiled and poured your heart into the work for which you had been conscripted but never actively sought. You became the occupation, and the occupation became you, as each view into the mirror reflected tasks and duties performed. Daily riding a public conveyance to your destination, regardless of which, how oft did you blend in with the furnishings? Remember the time that woman almost sat in your lap because she didn't see you sitting there? As she cursed you with foul language pulled from a dark pit of bewilderment and misapprehension, you apologized. Originally, it was comical really. Now, 'tis only sad. As you approached a milestone, you were seen as a millstone about the neck of the enterprise into which you poured your essence. "We carried you..." those words now and again echo down the halls of memory. They let you go. Do you hold a grudge? Do you seek vengeance for the perceived wrong visited upon your person? No. This is not your nature. You realize that the sun must set as it does yet rise. The rain must fall, and good and evil is visited upon all. These things are part of the cycle of life. You magnificent creature! You carry these thoughts with you as you walk down the streets of conurbation.
