Vitamin A

Solitude's sting lingers like coping with exclusion. Pain is relative.

It's no secret to the regular readers of this blog (with exception to the few random people in Brazil who make regular visits) that its author is searching for companionship. Suddenly alone in a foreign state, Maslow's research strikes a little too close to home. But my life is a ziggurat not a pyramid.

One day I received a text message that changed my life forever. In today's world, courage is often omitted and replaced with technology. After all I could do, and for the first time in my life, I surrendered. I turned to the internet and found a lonely soul. We met. It was awkward. Days later this same Lost Soul expressed a desire to meet again. Now with my wits, I kindly declined. In response, Lost Soul offered me satisfaction in exchange for my friendship. I was appalled.

Maslow's pyramid might tumble without level three, but for a man who built his house upon rock, his pyramid is inverted, it's foundation rooted into the ground. Life isn't a box of chocolates and empty calories. It's much more like a carrot patch.