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Alone, such a peculiar feeling. Why do we feel so lonely at times?

And it’s a guilty feeling too, you know, ‘alone’ is not synonymous with ‘unloved’. I feel very loved by my wife, kids, friends, and siblings. Yet, there it lingers, heavy and intense, this weighted feeling of isolation. What happens when your war is over, no more battles to be fought, no more problems to tackle?

Still, the isolation, perhaps somewhat self-imposed, is exhausting, but so is the opposite. Should I feel guilty? Should I feel anyway about it at all? Maybe conjured up loneliness is some sort of punishment for times we’ve all taken for granted. I will never feel a tiny kick from her belly again, and I should have felt as often as I could have. If so, it’s a well deserved lesson, one that seemingly need re-tutoring on. A painful, yet rejuvenating reminder to force out of loneliness and go love as much or more than you’re loved. Loneliness is for bad places, not here, you’re loved and surrounded with support.