Loneliness

There are times one realizes that we are rather alone. Even if surrounded by others that seem to care for us, every one has her own lonesome path to tread. Sometimes we get company for a few years but still we tread our own very private and impenetrable path. We enjoy the illusion to take the same steps with someone else and we may be taking the same steps in synchrony with our partners, but our feet hit the ground of our very own path. If we look back, we can rejoice with the memories of steps taken together, yet our footsteps, and only ours, are imprinted in the path of our life.
At some point in our lives, some of us promise to tag along with each other for ever, adhering to a cultural legacy that was possibly meant to increase the chances of survival of the group, and later was taken under the halo of romanticism. Is however a promise to tag along a common path a denial to follow your own path? And how could possibly be otherwise?

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