Is there such a thing as spending too much time alone?
In one’s head,
in one’s thoughts.
Is that bad?

The fear creeps in.
I’m fearful that I’m disconnected.
But I have to remind myself that I’m not.
Just because I’m not using language
doesn’t mean I’m disconnected.

Plus, I am using language—
in this moment,
typing to you.
Except I don’t know who you are.
Does that make me less connected?

What does connection even mean?
I’m taking it to mean energy,
presence,
awareness of the presence,
being in the moment.

Few people, I’m finding, have the capacity to truly live in the moment.
To appreciate it.
To look at the presence and see how much joy and abundance they’re surrounded by.

And as someone who loves the present so much that the past almost doesn’t matter…
I mean, it does matter,
but mostly in the context of the wisdom and knowledge I’ve gained.
Not in the sense of feelings,
or a longing for a feeling,
or a memory.

We get lost sometimes, so much, in memories.
Reminiscing.
Longing.
And in doing so, we lose sight of the present.
Which means we lose connection.

To crave connection
is to crave the present moment.
To crave connection
is to crave art and creativity.
To crave connection
is to crave intellect, deep thought, reflection.

I crave that connection.
And while I give it to myself,
while I pour it into myself,
I know I need someone with me.
I know I need someone—or someones—to share it with.

I crave sharing.
I crave connection.