It’s easier alone.
So it seems.
Sometimes, the preference to be alone is so great that it is hard to break away from, it’s seductive and oh so quiet. When we are alone there is no one to judge us, no one to condemn us, moreover, there is no one to argue with.
But, alas, being alone is so lonely.
Not to know what to say, or how to say it if you did know. It’s so much better to remain in the shadow, hushed and alone. When alone, there’s no grade or compliance, there’s no role to play or correction to make. It’s easier to be alone, because, there’s no one to tell you that you are wrong, that you don’t have what it takes, that the way you live is wrong, that what you are doing is causing problems, that how you act is unacceptable.
It’s better, just to be alone?
And yet, you are not alone, no, never alone. There are so many of us that are trying to find a way, to achieve something, – to be loved, to have love, to be awarded for a great effort or talent, to be pleasing to another – to say the right things, to make the right moves and know that no matter what, no, no matter what missteps or wrong interpretations, that you will be held and held tightly, without forlorn words of why or, perchance, that you could be better. It’s all your fault, after all. As you are, it seems, simply, regrettably, not acceptable. So we come to believe when we are alone.
You are not alone.
We are more than one and you will never be alone. We share common ground, and spoken, or not, by yourself or in a crowd, we are together in our experiences, never truly, entirely, alone.