It’s early.
I should be asleep, but I’m awake.
The questions and thoughts that are going through my head are at a volume that the quietness of my room just can’t compete against.
So with the logic only the truly confused can appreciate – I get up, I get dressed, I go out.
It’s Sunday.
It could be any Sunday.
And it’s early.
About 8:30.
And as I walk through the streets that normally are filled with the constant clatter of feet and chatter, I realise I’m alone.
Of course I am.
It’s Sunday.
But then I realise something else …
I’m not just alone, I’m immersed in even more silence than I was before.
I can hear my feet.
I can hear each step as my feet touch the concrete.
It’s been a long time since I was truly in my own company.
Except when I live in my head.
Which I do too much.
However as I keep walking, I come across people.
And what’s strange is that on a normal day I would just walk by without so much as a stare.
But now I find myself saying ‘Good Morning’.
And they reply …
And it’s with a warm voice …
And a smiling face …
And I like it.
I like it alot.
I feel a sense of connection, a sense of understanding, a sense that I’m not alone in all that’s going through my head.
And as I keep walking, I encounter more people …
And the same thing happens over and over again.
And I remember that this is what life is supposed to be.
Not hidden away …
Keeping to yourself …
Making the best with what you’ve got …
It’s about feeling happy and fulfilled and with people that matter.
So I turn back.
I head home.
Back to where my World is safe …
Back to where my life is warm …
Back to where I can leave all feelings of fear and loneliness outside the door.
Because life’s too short to be this way.