I have been walking the earth for what feels like countless millennia. During my time I have yet to encounter those who have known me truly. Some may believe that they have an understanding of me, but I deny their claims of having knowledge of who I am.
In a situation that one has not been successful in finding those who can understand them, one becomes comfortable with isolation, individualism, and anything that can provide comfort in the situation that they are in, despite their innate nature to desire connection.
It’s all a tragic tale, but sometimes comfort with tragedy provides more peace than trying to seek comfort in fighting the tragedy itself.