Isn’t it curious that one can feel alone even whist in a crowded room? And more-so, a relational antonym — that which exists only within the context of a given relationship — for feeling alone, would be that of feeling loved. Funny.
The ambiguity of language is what enables a wide range of thought, and rather unfortunately by consequence, can — but not necessarily does — limit how we process emotion.
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Black and white, from sea to sky, alone and loved.
The beauty of language and its ability to have a hand in our emotions can be attributed largely in part to the result of having defined opposites. White is not simply “not-black”, which reinforces the beauty of a relationship, and for the sake of my argument, the beauty of antonyms. The existence of one cannot be fully appreciated without affirming the value of the other.
Just because I may feel alone, I cannot, and will not, be defined as “not-loved”.
– Jesse R.
“I Am, and We are Missionaries”