The (Sometimes Blessed) Loneliness of a Saturday Night

Saturday nights, depending upon one’s age, can be anything from raucous outings with at least 5, maybe more, of one’s closest friends, who by the end of the outing, just might become a nightmare never to be talked to again – to the blessed tranquility of being alone, with no rush to do anything particularly enchanting.

We are all alone…some to a lesser degree – for some, it is all they live with day after day – being alone.

The overnight nurse with a ward of the sick to care for, the elderly individual suffering from dementia and other maladies where their home is a room alone, in some type of nursing facility.  The caretaker of the loved one suffering from all types of illnesses, alone – doing their best to provide love and care for the one they have loved for so long – now, no longer able to take care of themselves.

The lone security guard at whatever office facility, the janitor working alone, the widow or widower living out their days alone, the lonely lover without a lover and the lonely husband or wife, with a spouse who ignores their loneliness.

How we each choose to deal with, or live with our loneliness is as varied as the incoming ocean’s waves.

Some choose alcohol or drugs to ward off the demons. Others choose music, some read books, some write, some watch movies, some bake, cook, sew, do woodwork, or create in other marvelous ways.  Some volunteer to help those less fortunate to bring one out of themselves for a spell, and others simply choose to converse with others, whether by voice or written correspondence.

There’s really no point to this post. No political poke to be made, no “take” on really anything, other than the fact that we all suffer from loneliness – no matter our “station” in life – and this also; if you’re alone, no matter what fashion it may be, never forget that YOU can give, if nothing else, a brief and welcomed respite to the loneliness of another – simply by being YOU, and reaching out to others. It’s as simple as that, and it is a gift that will always be remembered.

In the end, each of us, no matter who we are or what we may have done, want to remembered for the good we did.

“The most terrible poverty is loneliness, and the feeling of being unloved.” ― Mother Teresa


Tonight’s musical offering:

GF Handel: Water Music (excerpt) ~ Akademie fur alte/Musik Berlin

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  1. Ahhhhhh…….
    Thank you for a lovely, peaceful, poetic post (although i enjoy the rants as well -and always the music.)


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