Over the years, you are not afraid of any loneliness, because there is none...
There is a life in which good hands and a clear head always have something to do and something to respond to.
And if not, then other people will not affect loneliness.

Over the years, you treat yourself like a friend...

You don't fight for shortcomings anymore, you don't whip for mistakes, you don't chase after the unattainable...

You stand next to him in any sadness, because a friend is a friend even where all those who pretend to be friends jump briskly away...

Over the years, you are a deserter in any war, into which you are injected by those who need it for some reason...
If necessary, let them fight themselves...

And you have peace...

Peace on your inhabited planet, on which you stuck an onion in a crooked bed, boiled a kettle, started repairs, dismantled the mezzanine, cut off your long hair, stopped wearing uncomfortable clothes, drove to the sea with someone with whom you are not afraid to die.

Such a cool world, and you are finally good in it...

And this is the main thing...

And not at all what was said about this world outside, those standing behind...