I’ve never been afraid of loneliness, ever since I can remember – maybe it’s because I was a single child? Even relationships for me really weren’t essential to my state if mind – sure you go through a phase of associating yourself with girlfriends etc but at the end of the day, I never felt that it completes me or makes something more of me. Essentially, it comes as no surprise when I start thinking about it and wonder why I don’t mind being alone. It’s funny because I’ve never worried or even noticed it and there are times when I wonder if that’s all right.
I don’t know if my needs are not those of others – I know a couple or at least a few couples that can’t do stuff without each other – that’s probably good and a socially accepted need to have. Maybe that what is healthy, I don’t know.
The most important things in life for me are loosly: Making a difference in this life, and enjoying it and having no regrets for what I like doing, so that on my death bed I can say, yeah I’m glad to go, I’ve done enough.
That’s the story of my life – I hope I can tell it that way in the future.