Life's Ultimate Lesson

I think that learning how to be alone and getting good at it is life's ultimate lesson. That's why almost everything in life is so transient. So fleeting. Just like the beauty of a rose just about to bloom and the serenity of a lovely sunset. Everything is so ephemeral just like the captivating mystery of a late-afternoon rainbow.

Look around and you'll see tidbits of the ultimate lesson. Tidbits that tell you nothing in this life is permanent. Signs that are prodding us to get good at being alone as much as we can. Because in the end all we got left is nothing but ourselves.

I wonder though, if I will ever reach that point of getting good at being alone? So good at it that my whole being will be overwhelmed with numbness and pain will no longer have its place. Will I ever reach that place? A place where it doesn't matter how much I have given of myself - I won't hurt because by then I have learned and mastered the lesson of being alone.

I'm not sure if this is sad or not, but I'm back to my old, comfortable shell. Surrounded with my music and my poetry, a world where I know my heart and my soul are safe. A world where I can prove that being alone isn't so bad and where being alone doesn't necessarily mean being lonely.

So let me rest here for a while in this dark cocoon. I like it here and I prefer it here. For now.

Someday I will emerge and flutter my wings like a colorful butterfly - by then, I would have mastered the art of being alone and I will no longer be afraid to say, "Hey, catch me if you can." No, I won't be afraid because at that point I'll be having a blast being alone that no one can catch me ever again.

Turst me, life will be a blast... even if I am/will be alone.