I always look at life as if we are flowers, planted in a bed and surrounded by similar flowers (our family and friends). All growing and blooming, leaning the same way as the wind. Sometimes, one gets attacked by grubs and we lose him, but it just makes the rest bunch closer together and stronger. Some have stronger, brighter petals than the others, some are shorter, some taller, but they all get along. I’m in philosophical mode!
Being alone is something I’m not very good at. The word ‘lonely’ seems to arise more frequently in the media these days. It also seems related more to the elderly than any other group. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy moments of solitude, like in the photograph above which was taken by my wife high above Westbury in Wiltshire, UK. It’s if I have to spend hours in my own company that I find it difficult. Oh dear, I’ve just realised what I’ve said. If I don’t like my own company, then how can I expect anyone else to enjoy it?
I read about elderly folks, some of who have not seen anyone from their own family for over a month to six weeks, and that’s probably a conservative guesstimate. Why wouldn’t a son or daughter visit their parent? Life is stressful at times, but come on, there’s no excuse not to visit. After all, it was the very same parents that lived a stressful life bringing you up!
One of my fears for the future is that I should end up on my own, totally alone, no friends, no family, no communication with anyone for days at a time and only then to say ‘Hi’ to the postman. I don’t think it will ever happen, I’m blessed with far too many good people in my life.
If you know someone that’s alone, and they don’t all admit to be lonely, go and visit them. A cup of tea, a biscuit and a chat can make all the difference. I know I wake every morning and I’m appreciative of everyone and everything I have.
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