I saw a post the other day about the beauty of women who own up to their loneliness and move through life anyway. I'm lonely. I don't know how we can be so lonely while surrounded by people, but we are and I am. I don't know if it really is a beautiful thing to be lonely, but I do think that there is always beauty to be found in people who are striving. We strive to be kind, to be soft, to work hard for ourselves, to fill our soul-voids in healthy ways even though there are so many detrimental traps to fall into right there as soon as loneliness strikes. That's why I'm writing a blog tonight instead of crying into a bag of chips and reading empty romance novels. It's why I'm trying to be creative instead of destructive. Loneliness leads to self-destruction because we wonder why we're not good enough to be loved like everyone else seems to be, so we harm ourselves. It's hard to learn that you have to work away loneliness, realizing that adds another level of it. No one here to take care of me but me. I think that's where the beauty comes from though because there you are, no one to take care of you but you, and you've chosen to do it. You build up instead of dig down and that takes strength. Strength is the source of many of life's most profound beauties.
