Sometimes there are things we do without the knowledge of anyone, not even our closed ones, when clearly we might be better off with their support. Sometimes it is exactly because the disappointment of failure is only ours to bear when it's this way, that we choose the path of solitude.
The long weekend is almost over, and I have spent it mostly on quiet moments with myself, roaming and plugging in to music. To be alone but not lonely. I never understood how important it is to have people in our lives who care that we are lonely, until I realise that most people don't. There are only a few people we can comfortably reach out to when in need and be sure that they will be there. A few who would encourage, a few who do not judge, and a few who help us up.
This time round I'm doing it alone.
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