Wednesday, November 06, 2013

Life Without Witness, Isn't

Solitude is seductive.

It’s easier because we don’t have to think about anyone else. It’s cheaper because we don’t have to listen to anyone else. And it’s faster because we don’t have to wait for anyone else.

So we retreat. We go it alone instead of sharing the journey. We lock ourselves in our own little world and rejoice in the ability to do whatever we want, whenever we want.

Why bother calling a friend to meet up for a drink when we could go see a movie by ourselves? Why schlep our laptop to the coffee shop when we could work out of the house in our pajamas?

But then, about two hours later, when the euphoria of aloneness wears off, the danger of prolonged isolation settles in. The loneliness washes over us. And we realize that solitude, while often romantic and frequently useful, is rarely rewarding.

We realize that happiness without someone to share it with, isn’t. 

We realize that life without someone to witness it, isn’t.

As human beings, refusing to acknowledge our need for each other will always leaves us cold, empty and alone. If we want to live meaningful, nourishing lives, we need to change our pronouns. We need to develop a shared language of we, our and us––not just a masturbatory monologue of I, my and me.

We need to go out into the world. We need to allow the craving for togetherness to trump the tendency for antisocialness. And instead of selfishly secluding ourselves, we need to abandon our egotistical independence and start sharing the experiences that life provides.

Otherwise we’re just winking in the dark.