Together, it is a warm word, inclusive. In this big world it really is better if we hold hands and face it together.
We learn as children to hold hands when we cross the street to keep us safe. We practice the buddy system and know that there is strength in numbers. We are a social being and life is sweeter when shared with someone else.
I’ve relished my time alone and enjoy my own company. I have loved travelling solo and experiencing the world with my own agenda. These pursuits taught me to push myself further, that there was no limit. A nagging thought pestered, something was conspicuously missing. It was the witness to the beauty or horror that I saw. Someone that saw what I saw, or perhaps saw something different and in this manner added to the tapestry of the experience. It was lonely at the end of the day, as I dined alone and wrote about the day.
I’ve enjoyed travelling with my husband, children and grandchildren and each adds to the experience. It is never lonely. There is negotiation of how the day will be spent and I don’t always get exactly what I want, nor do they. I do know that all the places that I travelled alone are now different with another person to share the experience. Together is so much sweeter.