We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and—in spite of True Romance magazines—we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way.
Loneliness is a lifelong companion, an established fact. Instead of denying it, fighting it, and avoiding it needlessly, you’d better accept it, let it protect you from going home in the crowd, and let it accompany you to breakfast on Saturday morning and tidy up the sunshine.
