Growing up and growing old entails to be comfortable with loneliness

That is difficult to do.

I quickly understood the truth of adulthood and the extent of its solitude

As a child I was cared for in hopes to eventually mature.
Soon we grow and become these indestructible mammals who need not be sheltered from the world.
Or so we are to entitle that position.

I long for the days when I was sheltered. I was unconditionally cared for and loved. I was made sure to have ate a proper meal and had a warm bath.
When I cried I was comforted and when ill, I was patiently cured back.
I was eager to grow old knowing it would be as sweet as infancy

Yet adulthood meant driving alone and eating alone.
It meant daily medications. When sick I solely care for myself.

The vitality to life's convention is to become independent
but in doing so the value of vulnerability is forgotten

We do not receive or give comfort.
Carry on day and night.
When I succumb to a depressive bout, I endure alone.
I have become fatigued of this loneliness.