In preparation for being alone

04/16/2009 03:10 am


When one reaches the 50s, it seems like you are entering the period when one sheds baggage that is making the trip to HOME so much slower. Your experiences during this time help you trim the excesses that will just be in the way of your focusing on what is truly important in your life.

That would be both happy and sad places to be in. But today, I dwell on the sad.

Sometimes, you want to hold on to many things but there is no law which says you are the only one who can decide on this option. What if the other party wants to let go? What if in the eyes of some people, you are a but a speck of nothingness that they don't see. What if people just tolerate your existence because not doing so would be so cruel? You attempt to be one of the guys, so to speak, but in your heart you know it cannot be. It might be because you are of a different generation or simply a creature from another mold altogether.

And that's when you know it's time to move on. It's time to look inside you for the comfort you need when things go astray. It's time to use all that you have learned in order to nurture those who would care to ask for help.

But if there is no one, there is always you. Because in the very end, there will be only you. The 50s, a preparation for being alone.

Comments

  1. UnknownJanuary 31, 2011 at 2:57 AM

    it is well-written, Jang. simple and honest. just dealing with what might come. I choose to relish every and each moment, just as they come. that is all that we will ever have, what is presented to us at each moment. it matters when there is a connection with another, it is also good to be alone. more and more, I relish oneness with the whole, whatever that whole is.

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  2. jandreaFebruary 6, 2011 at 4:54 AM

    Thanks! There's no other way I know how to write!

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