It's always been about the people.

That's it.

That's what it's always been.

I've got it now, and I bet that's how it'll be in the end - what matters in the end.

What really matters.

It's always been the people.

It's always been other human beings.

It's been about your loved ones and the passing strangers that impact your life in some way or simply make your day.

It's been about the memories and experiences, but even more so when they're shared and made or experienced together.

I'm always realising it again and again.

Whenever I'm in solitude, yes, I do enjoy it and I do appreciate it. I can do things alone and experience amazing things by myself.

And it doesn't mean I'm lonely because you can be lonely even when you're with people.

But there's this feeling I cannot label or find the right words for yet - it's the feeling of the experience being fun, I love that I'm doing that, I don't feel lonely but it definitely feels like I'm missing something with this experience and memory in the making.

My brain would resort to the word "lonely" by some ingrained default mode of conditioned thinking, but I know that's not what it is.

It's more the missing of sharing this experience with people. With friends, family, your partner, other people you like or love or who you feel connected with.

Connection.

There's the disconnect of me experiencing something wonderful all alone, and not that it's a bad thing. But sometimes, there's this gapping hole or feeling where I'm thinking it would also be nice to experience this wonderful thing together with another person, with people you love.

I read something somewhere about a perspective of this being about being (and feeling) seen in the experience, moment; as in this lived experience wasn't only yours but shared - not just in your memory but the others who were there too

(some may even feel this with the strangers around them, especially if it was a more enclosed setting like at a concert);

and it won't be just you who can tell the tale, or just you who experienced and remembered. It wasn't only you, but others saw you too and will remember you there with them

(and it may be more meaningful when it's with the people you care about, the ones who mean something to you, and you to them).

I think the idea I read about may have been related to lifelong partners who live to see the world with you and see you truly through it all, holding you in memory.

I only remember it vaguely, so I may be making my own interpretations and branching off in this whole explanation I've written out from my mind of thoughts.

But I just think over and over many times.

Most especially when I'm on my own.

It's always been the people in your life.

It's always about the connection.

And I want to connect.

And I want to share it.

The connection.

The strangers who are just like you and me.

We're all alone and together at the same time.

We're all just human beings.

We're humans who need connection

(we can't help that we're social creatures - that's what we are and we have to admit and accept that we need connection in some way, shape, or form).

Here begins,

together

sitting with people.

humans.

strangers

others

sitting together

sitting with ourselves

Watch this space <3

On sitting with people, sitting with humans.

Sincerely,

Sitting With Ourselves

More writing and words from me to you,

from the heart of a human being, for another fellow human being (you).

Sending love. x

-SWO