Loneliness is a strange thing really. Its intangible, a simple concept, yet so utterly debilitating yet often self inflicted. I find myself often surrounded by my friends in situations where I should be happy, in situations where I should relish the human contact around me. But instead I feel like I'm in a bubble, one that separates me from the normal world.
Though honestly I shouldn't complain because this bubble is self imposed. My personality causes me to mistrust people by default. And instead of giving them the benefit of the doubt they must earn my trust. But the kicker is that they don't even know their vying for my trust. And when they don't measure up to the invisible standards I have I quietly distance myself from them.
While I realize that this method is wrong, absolutely and fundamentally wrong, I find myself at a loss to stop it. So I continue on through life often times going through the motions.
What can stop this trail of loneliness I trek along? That one single woman. That one single woman that makes you look at life differently. That one single woman that reminds that the world is beautiful if you open your eyes. That one single woman that takes the grey tint off the world, forcing you to look at it anew.
Unfortunately finding that woman, that companion is perhaps the hardest part of life.
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