Thinking a lot about that aspect of life. We like to act like we’re not alone in this world, but we kind of are. No matter what.
We are born alone and we will die alone.
No status prevents your from being alone.
Will Smith, despite his superstar status, is alone. My foster mom, despite her numerous children and grandchildren and I, is alone facing difficulties to move around her house. My cousin, despite her husband and family support, is alone facing cancer and biopsies. A skateboarder, despite his homies and words of encouragements, is alone in his own head when trying to land a trick.
It’s a paradox. We are together and can’t live alone. But we’re also not together and are facing things by ourselves, all the time.