you write so beautifully that you almost make me want to believe in this illusion.

Choosing to connect despite the distance is a very comforting thought.
But looking at it more deeply... isn't that acceptance just a form of beautiful resignation?
Sometimes I feel that accepting the distance is just our way of comforting ourselves because the alternative realizing we can never truly touch another soul is too heavy to carry. We settle for feeling heard because true understanding is completely out of reach. It’s like two parallel lines running side by side forever they look close they move together but they are destined to never actually meet or become one.
Are we genuinely connecting or are we just beautifully comforting each other in our shared isolation?