Dear Diary,
Lately, I’ve been feeling this underlying fear of ending up old and alone. As I write this, it strikes me that this isn’t something I’d easily share with a casual friend, hinting perhaps at some underlying shame or discomfort about this emotion. I ponder if this feeling has been hidden in a corner of my subconscious, because I’m not always consciously aware of it. I do my best to stay positive during the day, avoiding such negative ruminations. But perhaps this emotion demands to be acknowledged. Or maybe it doesn’t. Either way, acceptance of my current state and any future challenges is crucial.
I’m reminded of a conversation with my former therapist. He posed the question, “Who doesn’t need a relationship?” To which I promptly responded, “Buddha”. His counterpoint implied that such a state is a lofty, perhaps unreachable ideal. But my true desire is this: a wholesome, meaningful, holy relationship, but without the pressing ‘need’ for it and without the fear of ending up alone.