Eventually, there will be a point in your life where you will feel completely and devastatingly alone.
For me, it was my whole life.
Everyone leaves eventually.
All you can do is pick up the pieces and move on with whatever you have left. Even if you're the only thing left.
But now, when I am walking out the door, I don't feel like I was left behind. This time I'm the one leaving. There is a thrill in slamming the car door and revving the engine, and suddenly it doesn't matter if there is no one to wave goodbye to. I take one last look at the place where I grew up, and drive off. And just like that, I'm gone, too.
I find that I am not sad about all the memories left behind, as long as I'm not with them.
This is the point in my life where I am completely, and incredibly alone. Racing down the road, I am suddenly aware of this.
Smiling, I crank up the radio...
