We spend half of our lives trying to find someone who would support us, stay with us through thick and thin and love us unconditionally. We all have an idea of the perfect companion but very rarely meet that companion in real life.
Is there any better companion for us than our own ‘selves’? Why do we sometimes cling to the idea of another companion, when we have got ourselves? Why don’t we learn to enjoy our own company without feeling the need of another human being?
No doubt. The best companion for me would be myself. Don’t get me wrong. I, too, have the idea of the perfect companion for myself and I haven’t found that person yet.I am pretty sure that person doesn’t exist. Like everyone else, I, too, deeply desire a meaningful companionship with mutual understanding and intellect. But, it’s hard to find something as beautiful and as terrific as a matching companion.
So for now, I am absolutely fine with my own company.
In response to the daily prompt: Companion