In our world today, we are all truly alone. No matter what we do or how hard we try to pretend that we are not alone– by surrounding ourselves amongst people, friends and loved ones. There are those moments, fractions of seconds that remind us of this sad, depressing fact. The fact that no matter what we do, how we live and with whom we live, we truly are alone.

Alone, to deal with our problems, because friends and family understand only so much. Alone to enjoy the fleeting happiness of the many relationships, of success, of love. Alone to endure the bitter trials of loss, betrayal, and death.

Why? Because no one can truly understand what anyone else is going through, but themselves. That is how we live our lives, together, yet alone. Constant hypocrisy. We live our lives as individuals who work only for ourselves but talk about unity, living as one community, one city, one country, one nation, one world. But really no one cares about you, your problems and frankly not even your life.

Not because they are heartless, cold beings, but because they are too busy helping themselves.


Waiting. We wait all the time and yet we hate to wait. Impatience is ubiquitous. It’s all around us. And within me. If you could have one wish, what would it be? Okay, whatever you just wished for, I can guarantee that you want it immediately. Not in a week, not tomorrow, hell if it were up to you, five minutes would be too long. But we wait, we wait for things that matter. You’ll wait for your friend or that dinner date, and you’ll sure as hell wait for that college degree (well most of us unwillingly). What is the point in waiting, does it really make a difference to you? Because it does to me. When you wait for something it matters more, it holds more meaning and shows maturity in the one waiting. But what do I know, I still think waiting is a bore. When I’m done waiting and it’s been worth the wait, I am reminded of all the reasons for why we wait. And so I continue to wait. Hell I’m waiting right now.