Being alone is magic. No festering worries, and the focus of your life is you. No need to justify your when and how, and your why’s don’t need a reason.
But people are like rainfall after a long scorching day. When you are not too busy hating that they are in your face, you love them for the coolness their touch brings, and the company of their limbs sliding down your window pane.
There is a time for everything. A time to be alone and let be. And a time to be with people, and let be. And every season with its own gift.
I wrote this piece on my way out this morning. I was a bit worried for having delayed a friend and his phone happened to be switched off, so I couldn’t reach him… and then this barrage of thoughts blew up in my mind, such that it occurred to me how much more I love solitude and being by myself than when other people are in the picture. Because with people, you worry; with people, you care— maybe a little too much, maybe a little un-enough, but it’s there. But companionship is just as beautiful. Sometimes, knowing someone counts on you, relies on you; knowing that you are needed or wanted is the only motivation you need to push yourself out of bed on a cold rainy day like this one.
Are you a solitary person? Are you your happiest with people or when alone? When alone, by fate or chance, do you ever miss the companionship of others? Share with me people. ❤️❤️
© The Short Black Girl, 2018.