Love, Friends, and the Hermit

In today's society, it is unnatural to be alone. "No man is an island" is a frequent description of this idea. "'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all." said by Alfred Lord Tennyson. Otomo No Yakamochi said "Better never to have met you in my dream than to wake and reach for hands that are not there." The second quote I found looking for the correct prhasing of the first quote. This quote brings home what is at the heart of the question. Is it better to sit in blissful ignorance of what you are missing or spend the majority of yearning for something that is out of your reach which you briefly held in your hands for a moment in your youth. Sadly this applies to anything from Love to dancing. The blind man who was not born blind but was blinded by an accident in his middle years. He has the image of his love burned into his memory for ever. But he will never see her laugh but in his memory. Or is a blessing in disguise, he will not see her age or will never see her cry. He will be in closer touch with her through touch, always in contact with her as she guides him through the world he can no longer see with his eyes. But the child who is born blind. He grows up with this and may not even consider himself handicapped, because he can do whatever he wants. He overcomes any obstacles in his way. Does he when the operation is presented to him to be able to see rush into it headlong. Or does he stay in the comfort of what he knows. Do the people around him push him into the operation because the cherish their sight because they know him. Or do they let him choose and support him for what he wants to do. Sadly I wonder from the original topic and go down side streets of thoughts that present themself from the topic I started with. To be the hermit, who chooses to stay in his comfort. Or to be the hermit who chooses to go forth into the world woefully underprepared for the social world. Once in the world unable to crawl back into the cave of his previous life do to his experiences. Unable to sit and enjoy the stillness. But that is not even true. As he looks in upon himself he sees himself torn asunder. Half of himself is pulling for the light for the outside the activity the unknown. Half is pulling for the darkness, the known, the coolness of the cave the tranquility. How do friends fall into this internal eternal struggle? The hermit has made friends but does not understand the motivations, the direction of their wondering ways. Because they cant possibly have the same indecesion as the hermit because they have always been the non-hermit for lack of better word. But as he looks harder at himself and his friends. He ponders on the hypothesis, that he is not as different as he once thought. He might be struggling differnt things. But in the end everyone has some struggle. Utopia does not exist. It is not realistic to expect ecstasy every moment of your life. To always know which path is the correct path. Some people may exhibit tendicies of things similiar to this but you can never assume what is under the surface. As the little duck silently glides across the surface of the water, oblivious to everything around him in perfection with the world. A wonder to the hermit who sits on the waters edge pondering his next move. The duck looks upon the hermit and screams in his head "That guy is going to eat me, he will grab me and smack me on the head and eat me" while kicking his feet as madly as possible. The duck will ponder why his feet will not propel him any faster than this quiet soft glide. The two will have no idea what the other is thinking have exactly the opposite effect on their attitude of the world around us. So to the subject I question you about yourself and your interactions with others " Do you choose blissful ignorance or harsh knowledge" I choose not to use reality because both are reality. Because reality is what you surrond yourself with and the way you observe it. If you choose to absorb yourself into games then that is your reality. Each person has its own reality. A person can have the reality that everyone loves him and he is the best at what he does. But in actuallity he is hated by everyone that works for him. People above him or on the same level have differing opinions based on thier own morales and traits. The individuals who value hard work and attitude of accomplishing at cost, rejoice at the shared ideals. The individuals in the middle tolerate him because it is necessary to have individuals like this. The individuals on the opposite spectrum, detest him revile him. But he is in his reality, and only disturbed when something happens that does not coincide with reality. It is hard to describe love if you never feel you have ever felt the true love. The indescrible sensation that is love. Or is it that the individual has felt this an either assigned another emotion to it or forgot the bliss until something reminds him. Is he wired to never connect the stars to see the constellation. Or has he just not seen the constellation as a whole. There is the final puzzle piece that will allow everything to fall in place. As I wonder from thought to thought, I wonder who can sit through all this meandering thoughts without leaving and coming back. Task forgetton and brought to the front. How the mind wanders? I believe I have wandered my thoughts long enough this moment and leave you to your meandering thoughts until the next time I write.