Dinner last night. Total trip. Good and bad. Wondering how what I have learnt merges with her writing….
I read the words over and over again…the loneliness, the lack of people being able to really see through the exterior. To die from loneliness, to having never really felt loved, to never feeling secure that someone in the world—anyone really understood you. This is all of us at one time or another in our life, no? But to feel it everyday, to wonder and struggle through a second skin that questions the value of your existence—what is it to live there and to see nothing other than that?
How much do we allow ourselves to see into another’s life? How far do we permit ourselves to look, to know, to empathize and be there? How much of our expectations impacts our vision of others yet protects us into inaction?
And what if it was never the way you assumed it to be? …chilling to the core.