Don’t ask me how it might have been, or what it could or should have been like.How different all my days would be if I’d strode securely into public sunlight. More and more I take the sun alone – always at the edge of the clearing, close enough to the wood to crouch low or retreat at ease should the beautiful enemy pass by.
If these pages are so personal and private, why let them go? There is a chance, however small that some one will read, understand, even stop and turn in my direction.- Rod McKuen
Don’t mistake it for lack of friends that I can communicate with. Some people think that being alone is only an option and not a choice. There is a saying that goes “you can be alone but not lonely. They are two different things. Being alone is a choice, loneliness is a result of some emotions that made your life miserable.
No one would mind if you drive the wheels of life on a speed or make it a little slow to your liking. I enjoy visiting department stores when I have the opportunity which is not often nowadays. I always search for items that I could give Nissa and Nate on their upcoming birthdays.
No one would mind if you linger at the bookstore to buy another book for Nate or at the kitchen gadget section to choose something for Nissa. Through the years, I bought several items that she can use in the kitchen. I am thinking of giving her the Kitchenaid Stand Mixer which is still new and in its packaging which my brother sent me before. I just use a small one when I do some baking which is seldom now.
No one would mind if you look and try several designs of footwear which sometimes makes the little saleslady frown at you but you only buy one at the end.
I wake up early and prepare breakfast for mom and me. There are times though when Josef and Jovy come home late and I have to wake up to open the front door. So I do another shuteye for an hour or two.
Sometimes I read late into the night and it is always a nice feeling that I don’t disturb anyone. The days are quiet and I love it that way. You won’t need to force yourself with sometimes senseless conversations.
And I repeat, being alone doesn’t mean that you are lonely.
By the way, that nice quote was taken from the book Alone by one of my favorite poets Rod McKuen. I saw it one time at my foray at Booksale, a nice addition to another book I have of him entitled Seasons in the Sun.
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