Solitude is no friend, my friend

Solitude is no friend

Do you remember the last time you were alone? I don't mean by yourself for a limited period of time, I am speaking of being alone . . . . by yourself . . . . no one else around . . . . your only companions are your self doubts and the tinge of fear in the air . . . . Alone.

People often tell me that they love being alone, no one to bother them and no one to interrupt them. I call that "Me time". Time that a soul takes for themselves. Time to do the things that you want to do.

I do spend time alone, every now and then. The dive into the abyss is a reminder of what we all fear, being alone. But then that is the whole purpose, examining ones self to understand that we are social beings and when we stray away . . . . well, Mother Nature reminds us that we are alone and vulnerable. Like a sheep upon the hillside. Lost and alone. or maybe . . .  A snow white ewe upon a emerald dinner plate. That's the wolfs point of view. But isn't that the way we all feel when we realize that we are truly alone?

I know someone who spends too many hours alone. I try to stop by and visit. I never have the time to stop by so I simple take the time and stop by. I like that. And do you know what? I never missed a single moment in my own little life by taking the time to be social, to be human.

Maybe that is the reason we hate being alone.