How quickly we forget! You would think after my many years of singularity, I wouldn’t need any reminders, but apparently I do.
Yesterday my friend kept saying, “I wonder if I will die alone?”
I remember when I lived alone, the toughest part of each day was when I laid down to go to sleep. I don’t know why, but I would always wonder if I would be going to sleep alone for the rest of my life. And sleep is not so different than death in small ways.
I have been married for the past seven years, so I’ve had plenty of time to get used to fairly constant company.
My husband and I allow each other lots of space. We agree with one of my favorite quotes about marriage that says something like, the best you can do for someone you love is be “the custodian of their solitude.” But I now find it hard to even imagine him not being there most of the time. Especially in the evening for dinner and for intimate talks at the end of the day.
Yes, I can remember wondering if I would die alone. None of us know how or when we will die. My lonely friend had a heart attack a few years ago.
Marriage is no guarantee of anything. But the fact that my friend is thinking so much about love and death indicates to me that he needs to get serious about believing in love again.
Do the work you know you need to do, so you are ready to find love again. Time’s a wasting, so take the risk. Focus on what you really want this time.
I sincerely believe that someone is out there, just dying to meet YOU!
Believe and seek wisely. What you seek is seeking you. – Rumi