I couldn’t go missing. I’m never alone. I don’t mean this is in some quasi-religious kind of way. I mean I’m so rarely alone.
Once you have kids – there is no alone. You yearn for alone. You pray to God for alone. And then they leave. And the absence of their sounds is the loudest noise that’s ever deafened you. And you know you’re alone.
Then you choose to build again. Relationships, friendships, communities, and like-minds. Walk outside. You’re not alone. Now – maybe you’re making the man who stands beside you in the checkout counter or the woman at the bus stop be alone. So talk to them. Don’t miss them. Don’t let them miss you.
I don’t miss anyone. I talk to each of them. I don’t pretend they’re not there.
very well written
the thing about children is so true I live with my parents and was thinking the same, soon I ll leave them but right now I keep them busy
also liked :
“I don’t pretend they’re not there”