The forever I.

Okay, forever is a long time. Let’s say “the long-lasting I.” The I that has felt like quite a while.

It’s always just I.

“I’ll be there.”

“I’m moving.”

“I can’t wait!”

“I’m having a hard year.”

It’s “I” and there are days that the “I” aches for “we.” The world worships the individuality and freedom of I, yet we have hearts that yearn for togetherness and belonging.

To be part of someone else.

To be accounted for.

To be counted on.

To be a team.

To be a “we” that doesn’t swallow up the “I” but protects it, makes it flourish, nourishes it, and makes it shine.

“We’ll be there.”

“We’re moving.”

“We can’t wait!”

“We’re having a hard year.”

The “we” isn’t always a piece of cake. In fact, we is objectively and practically harder than “I” because it means becoming one with another imperfect human, taking them into account always.

But that’s not the point right now.

The point is that sometimes “I” can get lonely, that there’s loneliness intertwined with the joy of life and that’s okay.