"It is, I think, that we are all so alone in what lies deepest in our souls, so unable to find the words, and perhaps the courage to speak with unlocked hearts, that we don't know at all that it is the same with others."
- Sheldon VanAuken, A Severe Mercy.

Maybe we are alone in the deepest recesses of our souls, but all the same, I guess we are united as well by this that we seek the company of one another to fill that emptiness. I do think that there is void to fill in me... but I am quite the picky person who just cannot go into a room, appear cheery and friendly to everyone - it is just not me. I think I value more sincerity, honesty and closeness in things.


Somehow I think people, especially those who I have known for long, feel that I am quite an open book. I guess when I tell a personal story to someone, I do really tell it with all honesty. What I find more difficult though to talk about, which only a number of people know, is how I am exactly feeling or what I am exactly thinking about the things that happened. Yeah, you may deduce from my story that I am happy, sad or angry... but my exact thoughts are privy only to a few. For a person who is so open about things, I wonder why I guard myself with my thoughts. I guess sometimes because I think only a few people can really understand or know where I am coming from... and those people who do understand have become treasured friends whose count may be less than a hand... but whose worth can never be grasped...