I refuse to accept the fact that on some days, I get lonely.

I don’t accept it simply because there are far more people worse off than I am and yet live their day with enthusiasm and optimism

And yet there are days when I do feel it and while I try to deny it out of fear that it makes me a lesser person or makes what I believe less impactful or less true.

But in as much as I hate to admit it, I am human after all and while being lonely is… lonely, it doesn’t really damage or bother me as much, except on days when I feel that it’s never going to happen.

Knowing that my future would be without it makes me sad for awhile but it also makes me grateful for the things that I have that others are merely wishing for at this point. The same way that I am blessed with numerous things that people spend all day praying about.

It would be nice to be a child and whine about it, but at the end of the day I could only be thankful for what is and hopefully I can forget about what isn’t.