I miss someone. No, I miss a lot of people. People I have known for years, people I have had the opportunity to talk to, people that I haven’t met.
One might wonder; how do you miss someone you haven’t met?
It is very much possible. A grandmother you have heard about all your life for example or a fantasy creature you have created from your own imagination. We would only need to know something that would leave a mark of interest, in which we would create an image as we would try to picture it before us and the very picture would then be stored for later use and probably pop up as a picture of reality.
There are a lot of people that are confident about being happy while being alone. That they aren’t missing anybody in their lives and that they never will. I believe that this is another deceit of the human mind. We are created by nature and the human species is bound to travel in groups to belong to a community like so many other animals on this Earth. We are a social being.
I, myself was almost convinced that I would be happy alone because no one would be able to hurt me and then I wouldn’t be able to hurt others, consciously or unconsciously.
But I was so wrong.
It’s a statement of defence. We are running from something we don’t want to face and create a lie, telling ourselves that it SHOULD be like this, that we actually LIKE this. It could take days, weeks, months or even years for people to face, what I’d like to call it, themselves. Yes, it’s their own decision they run from, their own decision to fool themselves just to make some “peace” in our chaotic lives but the tricky part is… that we don’t know. We can’t realize that it’s bad, that it’s our minds putting up a shield for protection, until we break free from it. Maybe we won’t even realize it then since the time span from putting the pieces of the shield together into making it whole and strong is so slow that we’d never ever notice what’s going on. We’d might feel that something is unusual and be worried about it but we would more likely blame it on something else than ourselves.
[Don’t we all feel better when the World is on our shoulders and we have but one person (or a pet) sitting next to us? Talking or not talking doesn’t matter. We belong to each other.]