Who, of my friends, doesn’t remember this song from our youth?

Pink Floyd.

“The Wall.”

Roger Waters mad genius.

“When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look and it was gone, I can’t put my finger on it now. The child is grown, the dream is gone.”

How many of us felt those lyrics described us to a “T”?

I am finding myself comfortably numb now.

Filling my days with routine. Spending a lot of time looking in the mirror of my life.

Comfortably numb.

There are a lot of us alone out here in the world. Some would rather not be. Me? I am good with it. Has nothing to do with solitude. Has nothing to do with being able to do what I want, whenever I want.

It has everything to do with not worrying about how someone else is viewing me. It has to do with being comfortable with the person that I am.

With not having to change me just so that someone else would not judge me and find me lacking.

I am comfortably numb because I am.

Nothing more, nothing less.