I wonder if I actually deserve to be alone. If I’ve made my twin-sized bed, and now I must lie in it.
That doesn’t mean I’ve stopped wanting love. That doesn’t mean my fluttery heart has turned cold. That doesn’t mean I’ll ever give up on the thought of someone wonderful coming along.
The idea of meeting up with someone is more exhausting than it is exciting.
If you find yourself alone, and maybe a little bit hopeless, go for a walk and talk to a stranger.
Being alive in solitude is where we learn how to love, how to breathe, how to desire, and how to evolve.
Being alone gives you the freedom to think for yourself, to get to know yourself, to make better decisions without external influence, to create your own energy and verve, and to realize what you want and need in life before the time ever comes to get it.
You begin to understand that no relationship is a “failure.” You learned what you had to learn, and then you were set free to find a better fit.
When you love the idea of someone, you’re setting yourself up to be disappointed. You’ve crafted such a grandiose dream that there’s just no way the real person can live up to it.
Learning to love your own company means that you’re comfortable with yourself.