I am constantly amazed at how many good people are in my life. I suppose this could also go into the “gratitude” category, but it has more to do with the connections I make in life.
I think it is really important that we feel connected to the people around us. I think it is so important that we have people who we feel love us, and who we love in return. The reciprocation — that “connection” — is what makes or breaks a person’s life. As much as we want to deny that we don’t feed off of each other’s love, as much as someone wants to say that they don’t “mind” being alone or they “prefer” to be alone, I believe that in all of us we have the craving, the need, the necessity, to feel loved. Even if it is just by one person and the rest of the world can screw off, that need is still there, and it still needs to be fulfilled.
I’m mostly an introvert. I am happy when I am by myself, and I prefer small get-togethers over big parties. I prefer to have more solitary reading times than having dinner with lots and lots of people every night. I prefer to cuddle up on long weeks without seeing anybody or talk to anyone for days. However, seriously, even I can’t go out there and live on an isolated mountainside for more than maybe 2 weeks at a time.
These connections I make — they are so important to me. Granted, I know some people like solitude more than others, and others like to be around people more than some. For the most part, though, most of us fall in the middle and we need connection. We need to feel connected even when we’re in crowded rooms full of people.
And so, I’m perfectly happy with the connections I’ve made. I’m perfectly happy with the many beautiful people in my life. I’m perfectly happy with where I stand with the relationships in my life. I’m perfectly happy. I thought it would never happen this way, but sometimes, dreams do come true for little girls wishing upon stars.