There are only a few things that I
dread; things I know only a matter
of time before they inevitably happen.
The dread is not that I would have to
handle them, experience them, live
through them.
That is what we prepare ourselves for all
or lives; and even if we don't (even
though we really should) life finds us a
way to live through them.
The dread is that even through solitude
is something I crave for on most days. I
dread that on those morbid days that I
know are coming, my solitude is what
will be the most dreadful.
Solitude
A poignant reflection on the paradox of solitude and the fear of facing life's inevitabilities alone