gorgeous-fiend:

It is not as though this were  some big revelation, or that it has never occurred to me before because obviously it has, but more and more often  lately I have been finding myself thinking how truly alone we are. I am not saying this to be sad or frightening— quite the opposite, actually.  I am saying this because there is power in it.

We are all independent minds in this universe and no matter how unified we feel or pretend to be with others, above all things we are solitary creatures. Even mortals, yes, even though it is not quite as obvious. They require many more interpersonal relationships than  immortals do. Then again, they require more distractions to mask what is real. They require more distractions to make them happy, to forget their own mortality.

As an immortal, I embody the individual tenfold. I have had two and half centuries to come into my identity and I will have an eternity more to solidify it. My mind is wholly my own. My  body is my own. My voice is my own. My actions. My beliefs. My love. I own it all, even my mistakes of which I have made more than I can list. Some have hated me for this.

But you see, there’s power in all of it. Knowing and accepting myself as a single entity, separate from anything else, it makes me impervious in that I maintain that I am stronger than any other one single, separate unit. It’s the Individual against the World, one of history’s most treasured tropes. Go on, pit me against the hydra. Throw me among the lions. I will emerge victorious.

Look here, I’ve made this about me when it’s supposed to be about you. The point I am trying to make here is that there is no reason for you to play the victim. Ever. You can feel sad. You can feel angry. Jealous, even. But in the end, whatever is making you feel a certain way exists outside of yourself and you can choose to either conquer it or let it ruin you.