Today’s loner is like a rat in a hole — safe, warm, undisturbed, but also unsearched. He feeds on his own slogans about “inner peace,” “self-sufficiency,” and “freedom,” but in reality he is dying of emotional starvation. Quietly. So quietly that even he himself does not notice it.
“I want to be alone” — no, you’re not ready for a close relationship.
The world has become too soft to dare to tell someone the truth — many people don’t “like being alone,” but no one can stand them for long. And they know it. That’s why they make excuses like “I don’t want to compromise” or “I’m too busy.” No, you don’t know how to be in a relationship. And if you’ve been alone for years, maybe the problem isn’t “everyone else.”
Loneliness is not freedom. It is an inability to take responsibility.
It’s easy to live without a mirror. But life in a relationship is like constantly looking in the mirror — and not everyone likes that. That’s why many people escape to apparent “independence.” But the fact remains — living alone is no heroic feat. It is a silent surrender.
Being proud of loneliness is like being proud of not having an engine in your car. You can push it with your hands and tell yourself that it’s healthier, but everyone can see that you simply can’t start the car.
People are social creatures, so if you like being alone, what’s wrong with you?
No wolf dies alone unless it has been driven out of the pack. The same goes for humans. Prolonged loneliness is not freedom — it is degradation. Subtle, slow, imperceptible. Today’s “lonely independence” is just a sanitized term for social impotence.
And you know… even the loneliest loner, who has built an impregnable castle of independence in their head, still wants someone to love them deep down. It’s just the fear of closeness, rejection, betrayal — that makes them pretend that “I chose this.”
You didn’t choose. You gave up.
Conclusion? If you live alone and keep telling yourself that it’s “freedom” — look in the mirror and ask yourself: is that the look of freedom, or just a person who is no longer able to take risks? Because life without risk is just existence. A rat lives that way too. And unlike you, it has neither shame nor illusions.