In the end of the day, we all die alone.
So why is it then, that so many people in this world fear to be alone when we are alive?
Is it because other people make us feel safe?
is it that we don`t feel safe alone?
Or is the actual death it self, is so scary that we use our whole life to prepare for that final moment when we really have to let everyone and everything we know, go?
What is really the difference between lonely and alone?
Does the thought of beeing alone make you feel lonely?
Or does the thought of beeing alone make you feel free?
The wierd thing is
-We are scared of relaying on ourselves. In case we fuck up and the only person to blame is yourself.
-We are scared of relaying on others too! Incase you fuck up and they blame you for it too, and then you end up blaming yourself because you actually did relay on someonesles in the first place.
Where is the limit between freedom and emptyness?
Does it even excist?
Where is the limit between taking someone for granted and leaning on someone?
Why is it that we always have to be so strong, when weakness is supposed to be a strenght?
If 2 is a party, and 3 is a crowd, where does that leave 1?
And where is the limit between trust and naive?
What is the difference between Stubborn and stupid?
What is the difference between having secrets and telling lies?
Maybe there is no difference between SANTA and SATAN after all?