It’s dark outside and I’m sitting alone deep in thought and I think I’ve discovered the key to understanding life.
It occurs to me that we come into this life alone (unless we’re multiples) and we leave alone. Birth and death, they’re solitary things. We each have our individual experiences of them. They’re the boundaries of this life.
Connection is important, don’t get me wrong. But in the final analysis, it’s us and us alone. Lovers come and lovers go. Some friends stick for a long time, some are gone in the flash of an eye. There are pretty words and there are betrayals of the worst kind.
Life is full of noise and fury and just like Shakespeare said: they signify nothing. All the things that happen to us in this life, good and bad? They’re the same. Interchangeable. It almost doesn’t matter which.
Because in the end, it’s just us.
But here’s one of the points: so many of us are driven by what others say–the pretty words and the betrayals, too–and also what others think of what we say, do or even wear. We like to think there are people our lives who have our back.
Really, though, no one has our back in the end. It’s not something we can really count on. We can only count on ourselves.
When push comes to shove, it’s just us.
Alone in the dark.
Accounting for our lives. The decisions we’ve made. The way we are in the world.
In the end, it really is all about us and just about us.