Basically, you're afraid to be alone because the human race is a viral species ... one that does not truly live without feeding off of the attention-energy of others.
That is the conclusion I reach seeing
M. Night Shyamalan's The Sixth Sense ... if you can't make a difference in anyone's life, you might as well be dead.
The Sixth Sense also echoes a truth of
What Dreams May Come, where Annabella Sciorra's character commits suicide in hopes of being nearer to Robin William's character but finds out that--as their son's ghost says--"Suicides go somewhere different ... They refuse to believe that they are dead."
I will-be/am one of those, but not a suicide. No, I die like one in
The Sixth Sense—going on to do what I do, whether I'm alive or not.
Thought?
Originally posted on:
The Enlightened Xombee