My answer to my other self continues.
"Furthermore, there is another type of loneliness that doesn't involve death or the void or something.
"There is a kind of loneliness that bears wisdom and can only be reached through suffering, and one wise Eskimo once told European visitors that.
"Yes, we both suffer, but you know only one type of loneliness, and that's why I kindly reject your offer.
"This type of loneliness is like the one a caterpillar endures when she wraps herself in a silky cocoon and begins the long and painful transformation into a butterfly.
"The journey I had was similarly long and painful… but I was thankful that in this isolation, a force greater than me or you made the call to change. And I happily complied, allowing me to grab onto the last shred of hope when all was seemingly lost.
