Loneliness is a subject that from time to time permeates my world. In these almost two years living alone, it occasionally comes to pay me a visit, then I choose, depending on the mood of the day, whether I invite her for a coffee or I simply renege on her presence and distract myself.
Some people say that living in Brasilia (here extending to the entire Federal District) is an invitation to solitude. They justify saying that people are cold, that living here is a hurry, that neighbors do not talk with each other … I, in particular, do not agree very much with this thought, for the simple fact of believing that to feel or not alone is something that depends more on himself/herself than on the presence of someone else. Who has never felt alone even in the presence of other people?
Loneliness for me is state of mind and, as such, makes us good or bad, depending on whether or not it is managed wisely.
I will never forget the times I went to a restaurant and told the maitre: “just one seat, please!”; Or when I went to the cinema and watched “Room” and cried a lot because I also have the habit of talking to my apartment when I left and arrive every single day; the first and exciting solo trip, but these will be the theme of other posts of this blog. Coming soon.
Here a small and complementary reflection about solitude that I read few hours ago in the book “The world without rings – 100 days on bicycle” (free translation) by Mariana Carpanezzi, which inspired me for writing this post: