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14.01.08 at 13.57
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You just described the rest of us too. All of us.
13.09.14 at 16.58
Existing, it’s hard. My loneliest times were spent with people around me, or being with a lover. So I guess, “Alone” is just what we deal with when we exist.
My ‘spiritual guru’ says helping people, volunteering, etc. — or just working to be kind to others — not aggressively — just in understanding, compassion and being a source of peace — when you can be — is a way of identifying or “touching” people.
And it’s true. But really, we are alone. People crack me up when they say they want a partner so they won’t die alone. Even if you die the same time as your partner, you’ll die alone. And most times one will die and the other will die later.
Sorry for the three paragraphs.
13.09.13 at 20.04
any time, and wise words sandee – thank you
13.09.16 at 09.48
You are loved even by people who don’t know you.
13.09.13 at 19.38
aw thank you
13.09.16 at 09.47
~♥~
13.09.13 at 19.09
♥
13.09.16 at 09.47