It occurred to me this morning that there really isn't much that's super important in this world -- EXCEPT -- time (we spend with those we love or however we spend it) and love (the most powerful force of all).
I live in a situation where there are lots of people. It can be annoying at times to share and to be nice, when I don't feel very nice. And others may find me annoying too -- imagine that??? (ha)
Then I realized that living alone with all the quiet I could desire might not be as desirable as I might imagine. In fact, I know it wouldn't.
Selfishness has no reward. Being 'nice' sometimes doesn't either. But to be truthful being alone (as attractive as the silence and ability to do as I wish) may very well be the real hell I would avoid if I had the sense.
