Wide open landscape
Like the one within my mind
Nothing and no one around
In the empty, peace I find
Some call it loneliness
I call it being alone
Oftentimes, by myself
Is where I’m most at home
©The Beginning At Last
This short poem was somewhat inspired by my post yesterday , which was a response to the daily prompt.
People often don’t understand my comfort in being alone, or why I sometimes bristle when they offer advice or try to help.
The bristling is not intentional, but the truth of the matter is, for a good portion of my life I have walked alone.
What some fail to realize is that when you’ve walked alone for that long, you get used to being the “loner” or “the outsider”. And in some ways, you embrace it and it becomes your identity.
You become the antihero in the movie that’s called your life.
Sometimes, you do long for attachments, but there’s also a part of you that will resist them. Opening up to others does not come easy when your default setting is “I’ll handle it myself”.
I write the above words not as much to celebrate solitude (which I do not feel is a bad thing, for the record), as I do to remind everyone that sometimes the “outcast” or “loner” who you know may have many reasons for acting the way they do.
It may not be arrogance or a martyr complex – It might just be that going it alone is what they’ve known most of their life, and that is not always an easy habit to break.
Times like that call for a bit of patience. From everyone.
Stay cool, people. 😎
The Beginning At Last 
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