Blogmas 2020 Day Nineteen: The Christmas List

I found my time with myself over the years extremely edifying. Half-pint trips to cafes, the movies, the book shops, or even the local nursery lady for a cup of tea. Allowing yourself the time to cognize all that only merely floated through your mind amidst your dreadful industriousness tends make you feel freer, I feel. Of course, some esprit de corps is delightful, but once I started taking myself all over the city, I realised I wasn't appreciating my own presence enough. It's an unnoticeably tiny part of it, but it makes you comprehend the need for a lot of us to travel to places alone, because it's not the newness of an alien city you're trying to discover. Contemplation, and perusal of self is key.
I've iterated this in one of the Blogmases - everyone should live alone once. As social animals, there's nothing more discomforting, and challenging than to accept your own company. I reckon, maybe that's why humans came up with the concept of gallivanting, in the first place centuries ago - to not having to face oneself; I mean, there's always the off-chance that you'd just find yourself utterly despicable, too. Joke. Though, I do feel when you've lived alone, once, there's not a lot you're not able to do.
A lot of us never get out from under the frills Daddies provide. And, that's absolutely acceptable, as an individual's choice, as well. However, there's the stark distinctiveness of autarchy, that sets away people who know well enough how to survive, if life ever comes to that, from ones who were too assured with Daddy-funded comfort. Of course, it's a fair choice to choose to live with your parents; it's family, after all. And, there are a lot of us who choose to, with the intention of nobly looking after them.
All I'm saying is, try. Because, people who have struggled to cook a proper meal, or tried to kickstart their days without having coffee brought to their bedside, or juggled, failingly or not, to handle work, and home, know how to take care of things that should, undoubtedly, mean something to you; and, more importantly, know how to take care of themselves. There will be times when you're the caretaker, and the other, when you're a brat; and, I can't stress this enough, but both are necessary, because everything overdone, does take a toll. There won't always be days when it'll be an impossible feat to experience any parameter of normalcy, even at the bare minimum. A lot of us mistake hustling with unendingly burning the midnight oil. It's also a downward spiralling loop of constantly being tired.

But, pay attention to people who live alone, and do it artfully enough for them to be placed in a gallery. Notice how they create their own little worlds to thrive in. There's an unparalleled warmth to them.
For all those who dream of an eerier world, there'll always be warm beds, blue skies, soft music, birds chirping in the morning. So, stay in, and be with yourself. There's always the next day.
Nothing can replace the privacy between you, and yourself, for that's you, rightfully taking your own little spot in the world.

More tomorrow. Until then.

Artist: Chris Phillips

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas,
A.