So it occurred to me that maybe that’s my only purpose on this Earth, to ease the suffering of at least a small handful of people. Nothing fancy, nothing glorious. While sucky, loneliness is only one of the multitude of varieties of suffering available on this planet, and it is certainly nowhere near the worst. I guess. That’s how I get myself through the day, at least.

It also occurred to me that there is only one way to relieve suffering, and that is by removing the thing that is causing suffering. So if I suffer because I do not get what I want, the relief comes not in getting what I want, but in removing my want in the first place. Or as has been stated more eloquently than this by wiser minds: all desire leads to suffering.

Even if it is the human condition to seek companionship. To share my hopes and my fears, my aspirations, my ambitions, my shame, my failures with another person who actually gives a shit. Even if this is the condition in which I have been created. If this want shall never be fulfilled, then the only way to stop suffering is stop wanting.

It’s so much easier to write it down than to actually live it.