I am lonely. Often. By choice. That’s right. I said by choice. Sometimes it’s almost too painful to tolerate. I do more than tolerate it, however: I nurture it; I welcome it. I used to run away from my loneliness, as if it was a demon trying to attack me. I would deny it, as if it was a source of shame, of repulsion or revulsion. Once I even tried to shove it into a little-used sock that I stuffed at the bottom left-hand corner of my dresser drawer, as if it would go away forever when neglected …
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A man is but the product of his thoughts; what he thinks, he becomes. – Gandhi
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