Lonely? Come and walk.

This weekend will not soon be forgotten.

Every day, I go for a run or walk or both at night. It is dark out, and people are probably home with their families. But, it is so weird to walk by people's houses. How many lights are on? How many cars home? Is there a family spending time together? A family fighting? A lonely person? A heartbroken person? What do people do? How are their lives different to mine?

Every time I walk, I think of the lonely people in each house. I wonder how many there are. If every lonely person came and took a walk with me, no one would be lonely. We would all have each other. So then why are we lonely? Are we too afraid to be around people? Too shy? So unsure of ourselves that we don't think anyone could ever love us? Too selfish? Too frightened? I guess I think that we make ourselves lonely. I mean, other people make us feel lonely, but we can change that so easily. We could do something about it, we just choose not too.

I don't understand, and I don't really need to.