Solitude

Sometimes, I stop and realize how truly alone I am. Yes, I am alone. Perhaps not lonely, but alone.

It amazes me how I've grown from being such a dependent little child, to the person I now am. I am more able to put things into perspective, and even though I am stressed, I'm not drowning in a glass of water the way I used to.

But I also feel dismayed at the fact that even though I've changed, my world has changed as well. And the few sources of support I once had, are not the same they once were. I don't expect pity from anyone - in fact I hate when people pity me - but a little help would be nice. Funny how this society drives everyone into following your own agenda and your own goals (or the goals society expects you to achieve at least), disregarding all else.

Disappointed? Not quite. I expected this place to be the way it is. Cannot ask these people for more.

As for me, I'll keep going down my own path, alone. And perhaps I won't achieve all that is expected of me, but I'll do what I think it's right. I consider myself lucky that not all my roads are deserted, for my path is intertwined with others' paths, and i will remain true to my friends and companions, even though they may not be physically or mentally present at times. I may whine a lot, but that's just my nature. In any case, I know all of this prepares me for other lengths of my journey that await me in the future.