All of us have suffered bouts of loneliness during different times, some of us, more than others. Many of us keep away from loneliness like we keep away from the plague. But how many times have we thought that the call of loneliness could also be a call to forge a togetherness with our own selves?
Supersonic Boy enjoyed his bumpy ride until he reached the end of the tunnel. And then, there was nothing. The tunnel was closed on the other side. With nowhere to go, Supersonic Boy was stuck.
After I began exploring the connections that the brain makes with the information that it receives from our senses, I realised that my son’s dislike for school stemmed from something deeper, yet something simple. It was probably something that he had heard. When we moved through the years, we understood that his best influences had also been his worst influences. And that was us, his family.
We are always looking for something. What is it?