No man is an island

Last week at this time I was walking the streets of London, enjoying the fact that nobody knew who I was (except my flat mate who I went with—but that doesn't count). Sometimes I love being anonymous. I love the freedom that anonymity gives me. There is a thrill in doing what you want when you want with nobody you know around. But let's face it: we're not meant to live anonymous lives. Sure, we can't all be super-star celebrities, but every life is significant and means something. The things that we do and the choices we make have consequences—not only for ourselves, but for others as well. We're not meant to think only of ourselves. We need each other. We're not meant to be alone...

"No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were. Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee." John Donne