Relationships, objects, and moments are all like library books -- borrowed but need to be returned. Sometimes I've kept things longer then intended so as avoid loneliness, but eventually I send them back. Along with relinquishing these gifts comes the understanding that they were never mine but meant for everyone to share.
All my life I've run from being alone, filling this uncomfortable space with all kinds of stuff to avoid the sensation of emptiness. However, somehow I've come to a place of being alone, which feels like the time when I've returned a book but haven't selected a new one.
Empty is where I've chosen to be for the first time in my life. What was I so afraid of? Being in love with life? Because that's the shocking thing. It's difficult to perceive, but in the midst of being alone, is the sense of wonder that the universe is overwhelming powerful and constantly in love with its creation. When I was trying to fill up on stuff so as to avoid the experience of being alone, I failed to hear the most beautiful, pulsating song of love running through my life. A song that requires nothing from me but to listen and rejoice in its magnificence.