We don’t have a word for the opposite of loneliness, but if we did, I could say that’s what I want in life. What I’m grateful and thankful to have found at Yale, and what I’m scared of losing when we wake up tomorrow and leave this place.KEEGAN: The Opposite of Loneliness | Cross Campus | Yale Daily News
It’s not quite love and it’s not quite community; it’s just this feeling that there are people, an abundance of people, who are in this together. Who are on your team. When the check is paid and you stay at the table. When it’s four a.m. and no one goes to bed. That night with the guitar. That night we can’t remember. That time we did, we went, we saw, we laughed, we felt. The hats.
Yale is full of tiny circles we pull around ourselves. A cappella groups, sports teams, houses, societies, clubs. These tiny groups that make us feel loved and safe and part of something even on our loneliest nights when we stumble home to our computers — partner-less, tired, awake. We won’t have those next year. We won’t live on the same block as all our friends. We won’t have a bunch of group-texts.
This scares me. More than finding the right job or city or spouse – I’m scared of losing this web we’re in. This elusive, indefinable, opposite of loneliness. This feeling I feel right now.
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We don’t have a word for the opposite of loneliness, but if we did, I’d say that’s how I feel at Yale. How I feel right now. Here. With all of you. In love, impressed, humbled, scared. And we don’t have to lose that.
Monday, May 28, 2012
KEEGAN: The Opposite of Loneliness | Cross Campus | Yale Daily News
As we celebrated at our Reunion this weekend, one of Yale’s recently graduated seniors lost her life in a car accident. On the eve of graduation, she wrote an article that is quite moving. Take a moment to read it by clicking on the link below. Marina Keegan’s article discusses the kind of adult she dreamed of being. We have been blessed with the years that Marina will never see. Please read her words and think of how lucky we are, as a class, to be able to cherish the bonds we formed at Yale:
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Her words so poetic. How extraordinarily tragic.
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