Loneliness is considered, in many cases, as a flaw, and we think it so because whatever rational explanation one gives in this world, we don’t want to be alone. A lonely traveler wants a hand to hold, and this rejection of solitude might well be founded on the natural fact that we have survived by living in groups.
But there are some things that aren’t easily quantified. The feeling before and after rain, the cool after months of summer heat, the morning freshness and the drunkenness of night, these are things that aren’t easily imagined or described, and can’t be felt either. They aren’t the word on paper, they’re the colour of the paper itself; not different interpretations but different languages. And some of these languages, they’re understood by the alone, alone.
Though for all our lives we have been made to be social, asked to speak out and get people to like us and learn to like them, we might just have the happiest times by ourselves. Because the truth is that our bodies end with ourselves, this bodily humanoid shape and mental presence is limited to a small physical shape and constricted mental ability, in other words, we are all truly Individual, and alone. I see people around me rebelling from it, and I do not blame them, for comfort in loved ones is beauty in itself. I also see it treated as an illness, it taking forms of depression, isolation, alienation, insomnia and more. I see people running away from it, in the fear that it should remind them of all they are not, as loneliness tends to do in the silence.
But there are few who can listen to the call of loneliness, and understand its silence when there aren’t any words of another to listen to. Not introspection but being able to love the quiet, the night, the dark, the depressing and the alone, because loneliness may be sad, it may be dark, it may be the most crooked entity on this Earth, it may strip us of our confidence and expose the weak, unguarded and disgusting truths about ourselves and the pointlessness of existence, but it is definition. There’s a music that can only be heard alone by ourselves at night, not because we mean to hear it but by just being, without a goal or agenda. There’s a warmth in the cold that can only be loved in a lonely walk down a snowy road, and the things you learn might just be more true, more unique, because not many see things in solitude and remember it that way.
Hence, though many consider it weakness, for me it will always be strength. It teaches me humility, the ability to take the worst and know that respect isn’t a head held high in conformity to the usual society but a head bowed down, secretly smiling knowing the magic that nobody around understands but you.
And the best part about the silent loneliness? That whatever dreams I dream in this beautiful darkness, I will always, always want to share. Because misery loves company and this is the best misery that’s ever possible, misery without which I would be a void shell as common to existence as we humans are for now I can state without a doubt that when all else can live and breathe calmly for all their life, I can catch my breath and hold the tears for these moments alone, and the hope that comes in solitude is the brightest hope there is, one that reshapes the Universe and adds beauty to it.
So I may catch my breath, and so may all the ones alone, but when we breathe, breathe immersed in all the wonders that only we can see, we breathe in life and the simplicity that it is.
To be alone, or for those out there, to be unloved, isn’t weakness. It is definition, the darkness in your eyes that makes the light that much brighter. The means to do great and fantastic things, and the only thing that you need to do, is stand up and realize that this world is the one you live in. That you have the power to make legends, to carve living wonders, to fight for what isn’t fought for and be the ones everyone can hate, dismiss, love or fear. For the one thing they can’t do, is forget us.
The world and everything in it, can live and prosper in mediocrity.
But there’s a reason humans can get goosebumps from the brilliant and beautiful.
And that’s enough for me to believe, that beauty exists.
Meliora 