Every now and then, my heart and mind arrive at the somewhat blunt but painfully true realisation that we are indeed always alone in this life. Goodness knows why each and every time I realise this it hits just as hard, if not harder.
You would assume that when your mind allows you acknowledge this once, that that's it. Why must we then pick up the pieces in order to continue living only to then reach another point that similarly acts as a harsh reminder of the reality of the world, of others, and of your very own inability to live wholly and entirely independently content.
I don't rely on others. Not as far as I'm aware.. I never have done. I 'enjoy' my own space far too much to ever crave the company of others. But I guess it's different now. I have never really felt like I need someone, so this is very much new territory. It is this feeling that acts as a reminder that 'someone' is never really there. You must rely on yourself, make choices, take responsibility, live life.
It is actually an empowering statement, once you get over the knock of absolute loneliness and reality.
By the way, I appear to be letting you into the mind I own at 1am again. Wonders never cease!