A friend once told me, “Happiness feels heavier when you carry it alone.”
I didn’t understand at first. But then I began to notice—every little joy seems to ask for company.
A breathtaking sunset, a passing joke, even the way tea tastes richer on a rainy afternoon… something inside us quietly whispers: “Share this with me.”
Maybe loneliness isn’t really about silence at all, but about having no one to mirror our wonder.
Perhaps what we long for most is not only to witness the world, but to be witnessed in the act of marveling at it.