Sometimes I feel a little envious of the people who have grown up developing close bonds with extended family members.
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Sometimes I feel a little envious of the people who have grown up developing close bonds with extended family members.
I thought I had it beat. I thought it was gone for good. Why won’t it stay gone?
It’s so quiet sitting in the parked car at home. I can hear my own blood near my ears.
I never should have left the words behind.
2023 was the year of gratitude.
2024…
I crossed an ocean with equal parts anticipation and tension, fearful of the unknowns to a point that most would consider irrational, as is common for “my kind”.
I’m alone beside others who are not.
Looking down at cities, towns, and farmlands, they’re fragmented like glass shards by roads, railways, and edges of fields.
I find myself thinking about the microcosms of the individuals here contrasted against the macrocosm of that oddity that is the lot of us coming together on this one path at the same place and time.
A room full of people can feel like the loneliest place on earth, when every person there is just another reminder of your inherent failure to connect and/or understand. Paradoxically, sometimes it’s easier to remember you’re still human when you’re alone.
Someday I will finally have had enough.