Fragile sense

We spend our lives trying to discern where we end and the rest of the world begins. There is a strange and sorrowful loneliness to this, to being a creature that carries its fragile sense of self in a bag of skin on an endless pilgrimage to some promised land of belonging. We are willing to erect many defenses to hedge against that loneliness and fortress our fragility. But every once in a while, we encounter another such creature who reminds us with the sweetness of persistent yet undemanding affection that we need not walk alone.

– Maria Popova

2 thoughts on “Fragile sense

  1. I hope to avoid being close enough to anyone in the supermarket that a collision might result. And I think she’s in NYC, and likely avoiding supermarkets like the plague. … Oops, bad phrasing.

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