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Loneliness of one person

 　　night fell silently, and as usual, I scrolled through my phone, watching short videos and silently reading articles on some app.

　　Time flies by, yet it also drags on. Being alone in a corner has become a habit. As I grow older, my friends are all striving for their lives in different places, working hard for their futures.

　　For me, loneliness seems to have become the norm. I do the same things every day, with no one to talk to, and I can only express my thoughts and feelings through writing.

　　Today is a cloudy day. Having not contacted my mother for a long time, and missing her, I couldn't help but call her while wandering around this afternoon. I was surprised to learn that she was at my grandmother's house with her, but I was also happy to hear that my grandmother is doing well.

　　Health issues have prevented me from working right now. The thought of relying on my parents and partner for food, clothing, and medicine fills me with sadness. Which is more important, health or money? Having experienced so much, I feel health is paramount. A healthy body allows for better work and a better future. Without good health, you'll naturally have fewer people to interact with. For those who are frail and sickly, loneliness is a constant companion, day and night.

　　Whether loneliness is good or bad is a profound question. On the one hand, being alone can prevent many unnecessary conflicts; on the other hand, prolonged loneliness can sometimes lead to a longing for companionship. It's said that humans are social animals, and most people don't enjoy being alone. So, what about you? Do you enjoy being alone?

　　When I was single, loneliness and nights alone felt like a habit, a normal state of being, with only books and my phone for company. Now that I have someone I care about, loneliness only occurs occasionally. After all, who wouldn't want someone who cares about them? Whether that person is a friend or a lover.

　　When you're alone, what's the first thing you want to do? For someone like me who enjoys writing, it's naturally to write and pour out my heart, to drive away the sorrow deep within. The only way to relieve sorrow is to find it within oneself. As for those who love playing games, they'd probably choose to play games; those who love taking photos would probably take pictures with their phones or cameras; and those who love traveling would probably choose to travel!

　　Do you like being alone? Are you willing to accept being alone?

　　(The End)

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