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September 04, 2009
Loneliness
I have come to believe one should treasure the allowance of loneliness for there
is a certain pleasure in seeking one's own companionship. I am baffled of how I
do not seek any others, and I am content to live the life of a hermit. It is so much
easier not having to explain the motives behind this or that, to be careless with
ones own thoughts and simultaneously accepting ones own shortcomings, and biases.
There is so much to do and so much to read, to learn. a Friend told me how
Updike's only regret upon dying was that he had so many more stories to tell.
And we can all see how Roth is writing feverishly to leave what he has to. To
write another novel, for there is such pleasure in writing that only those who
do come to yearn for it.
I guess as we all age we learn how to avoid complicating our lives. Follow the
line Son, and don't stray. take the time to get lost in the woods but leave enough
crumbs to find your way back. There is such comfort in aging, such a delicious
acceptance. I always wanted to have breakfast by myself in a diner while reading
the paper. However I never had the ease one should have to eat alone. A few years
back I happened to be hungry and ended up in a diner for a late breakfast. The
experience was as serene as I imagined.
I do yearn for companionship sometime. I enjoy the beautiful faces of strangers
who come to my shop sometimes more than I should. I am not a social animal,
however knowing that they would leave after a certain time helps. Once
their need is satisfied they go away. Not knowing that they have left me with
more than they intended. A beautiful face can always be inspiring, a familiar
voice or a phrase, the ones that stay and settle within you. That is one of the
pleasures of shop keeping.
I read not long ago a quote by a playwright. "Writers write to delineate their
loneliness". So one could suggest that the most productive writers are the
loneliest. Well there is so much ills to those who write............................maybe later !?
Posted by Idinraha at September 4, 2009 05:07 PM
Comments
It is a comfort to be accepting of one’s own self, however lonely it may get from time to time. In the end, I suppose, we only do have ourselves…
Posted by: jen at September 9, 2009 09:26 PM