At least I tried

There was a man. A man and he's suit. He would go to work everyday and come back home, always at the same time. Nothing was new, no change at all. He would sit on his couch and wonder. His life was so boring he didn't even remember how things had turned out for him to be that way. Alone. And sad. He had nothing to care about, and no one to care about him. He went unnoticed through life, thinking it was his purpose to just let it go by. He didn't really care for what was going around, and he didn't care about other people. He was so depressed he sometimes sat on the floor, in the darkness of his room, and think about the best way to escape from his miserable life, to find a way out.The only thing that was in the way was his fear. He was so afraid of losing this. What is "this"? Himself. He was so close to himself this way. He didn't really know who he was anymore, but he felt so comfortable with just himself. He didn't have to please anyone. He didn't have to expect anything from anyone. He didn't have to do anything that he didn't want to. He lived to please himself, depending on no one. Not having to excuse himself and not having to live under other people's prejudices.He liked that and he didn't want to lose it.But one day another part of his mind showed him a different light. Where he had a purpose. He would try to convince himself that he was happy this way, not needing anyone or anything. But it turns out that light showed him he was wrong. That light was fulfilling, it was making him feel the beauty of something else. Something different.It was making him feel like he could do something for someone else than him. And it thaught him that he could do so much better, overcome this sadness and loneliness.But it was so hard getting used to a new life... that he died trying.