For the past couple of years, I had been living alone. The first time I lived alone was when I worked and was assigned in Valencia Bukidnon. For six months I lived on the house a friend offered me. Then I quit the job and moved back to Cebu where I re-joined with my siblings who were studying and working there. We stayed in my grandmothers house. For more than two years I was with the company of my family members. Until my grandmother died on December 1, 2006 and two months after, my siblings decided to transfer and rent their own place. I decided to stay in my grandmothers house from then on until I was relocated to Makati last August 2011.
And I was alone. The first month was a mix of emotion. I eat alone, watched TV alone. I have no one to talk to when I am lonely. There were many moments of staring blankly while I’m in the living room or staring at the ceiling while lying in my bed. There many mealtimes that I ate blankly, oblivious of the food I am chewing. I cook for myself many times. Clean the house myself. Re-arranged furnishes all by myself. Go to the grocery alone to buy for my needs.
When somebody gave me a dog, I now a had a playmate. I named her Laika. We eat together, play together, even watch TV together. Then I bought a male dog and named him Sam. There were now three of us in the house. Arriving from the office, I would love to watch my two dogs playing together, running around the house so happy that I am already around to be with them. We eat together, watch TV together.
When Sam was already an adult, he became my companion when I go jogging. People would be watching us. Sam is a white Shitzu-Poodle mixed breed. With a thick, shiny white hair, so playful and friendly, he easily wins the heart of every passer by. Much more, people watched us with amazement as I love to wear all white. And my dog is all white. Two white creatures running around, enjoying each other. Sam, though already tired, never fails to catch up with me. And He never left me when I grow tired and start to walk. There were many times that he would be running ahead and then finds later that I was already behind him. He then stops, and sit and wait for me. His looks telling me “is that all that you’ve got?” Then we would walk around some more and then start running again.
Laikah on the contrary does not like walking around and if she does, gets bored easily. She has the attitude of not being so friendly to people she feels she doesn’t like. So I never brought her with me.
It’s not only at home that I am alone. I travel alone many times, purely work related. I travel across Visayas and Mindanao because my work calls me to.
It was only recently that I travelled alone for a personal trip where I went to Ozamis, Dipolog and Dapitan. Now I’m planning to travel again alone. I don’t know where it will be, but I’m thinking of out-of-country trip. Again, ALONE.
My situation of being alone for how many years brought curiosity from my circle of friends and new acquaintances. They always ask me if I’m not bored, I’m not lonely, or feel sad. Asked if it’s not difficult specially that I have some health issues.
My being alone has given me so much realization that happiness is not being with the company of people. Happiness is an inner desire and a mental disposition.
Being alone made me realize of my potentials. It made me keep at peace with myself. There were many times that I am with harmony and at peace with myself when I am in solitude. My solitary moments keeps me from falling apart when there were times my circumstances is trying to break me apart.
My being alone has taught me to be strong when I was weak. To be ready at all times. To be standing up when I stumble.
My being alone helped me to communicate to myself…to my inner self. Many find it lonely when alone. Loneliness is a choice. Happiness is a choice.
Whether you are in a crowd or with somebody else, if you want to be lonely then you will feel lonely. I had been into that situation many times. You’re with people yet you feel you lack something and unhappy. You’re so close to someone yet feel so alone and empty.
My being alone is my way of talking to myself. When I am alone, it is the period of assessing and re-assessing my self, my being and my life.
Lastly, my being alone taught me the IMPORTANCE OF HAVING PEOPLE WHO CARED AND LOVE ME AND HAVING PEOPLE TO CARE AND LOVE FOR.