Alone

The truth is, we're all alone. We reproduce to ensure we're not, but they leave. We marry so someone is there, but they aren't. We pretend that those we choose to have in our lives are substantially defeating our loneliness, but as we talk to them they can't understand. Because they are not us.

So we're all alone, and we fill that loneliness with everything we possibly can. From buying shit we don't need to friends who create more pain than they are worth to vices that take us away from the very loneliness we should face. Head on. Because while we are lying on our death beds what is going on in our own heads is exclusive to us. As it is every other minute of every other day.

Sure, there may be people who try to connect on some level. And maybe they succeed to a degree, and maybe that is enough for some of you, but it doesn't take away from the fact that you're still alone.

I'd love to take every hand of every person I have discovered to be special and walk through the dark with them, to help alleviate that loneliness, but the best I could ever achieve is for them to just feel less alone. Which is to say they are still very much so alone.

Loneliness does not come from external sources. It comes from realizing no one is you, and thus no one can understand You.

So let us find temporary releases from that loneliness and hope that they last longer than most, but never forget that they are just that. Maybe then, maybe just, we can learn to appreciate one another a little bit more, and that dark walk can be just a little bit less Alone.

-Dustin S. Stover