I may be alone, but I’m not in the middle of horrible grief.
I may be alone, but I’m grateful that I haven’t buried a parent (well, not in more than a decade at least), husband or child.
I may be alone, but at least I’m not in a coffin. There is nothing lonelier than a coffin.
Cherish every day.
PS I need to learn to be kinder to people, maybe there’s a good reason why people are assholes.