To Be Known

It is a painful thing, loneliness that is. It strays within the corners of my mind, hiding in the deeper corners of consciousness that only seem to come out during the valleys of life.

"Perhaps this sorrow is only meant to point toward the meaning of our existence… being known."

Loneliness can be chosen and, in many cases, is a beautiful solitude that steadies the mind, providing clarity and courage for the days ahead. Yet the days soon become long and sorrowful, yearning for the warm touch of someone who knows. Perhaps this sorrow is only meant to point toward the meaning of our existence… being known.

It is in knowing that one truly realizes their potential. For one can wade through life’s troubles and glories being unknown, one day coming to terms with their nonexistence, which will fade like the setting sun. But being known provides life the necessary — no, required — meaning. Is it not beautiful to be known for the way your eyes soften at the ocean, the way you exhale when their presence is near? Or for the longing that aches in your soul when they cease to be near your side? Is this not what life is about?

To be witnessed:

To be witnessed is sacred, joyful. Because of its nature, it requires the presence of someone “to know.” To so willingly take part in life’s hills and valleys… in essence, to choose you.

Choose you out of the billions of faces that wander the world. Choose you over the countless decisions and lifetimes at their fingertips. Choose you not because you are the most perfect option, but because you are theirs; is it not that simple?

"To be witnessed is sacred, joyful: yet, it requires the presence of someone, "to know.""

To be chosen is one of life’s greatest joys… to be known and witnessed. For when you cease from this plane of existence and become like the dust of the earth, you will be remembered. Not by the masses who glorified your name, but by the one who knew it was three sugars, not one.

by Tucker HouseNovember, 2025