yeba!

Loneliness
by julie

I've often been told that this life doesn't belong to us; that it was lent to us by God. And that someday, we'll have to give it back.

We come into this world as wailing newborns. All alone. Though our mothers bore us, essentially we are alone the moment our lungs breathe this Earth's air.

Some people, after a while, are not so alone anymore. They find solace in family, in friends, even in lovers.

Some people are alone throughout their lives. Society blames them for being such, saying that they are outcasts and misfits; people who don't gave a clue about being with someone.

I suppose, all of us, at one point in life, feel alone. We may have people who surround us, but there is that nagging feeling that you are incomplete. We try to fill the void, but often come up with nothing.

I am one such lonely person. I tried to fill the gap, but have failed miserably. I hate myself for failing; even more I hate myself for having to know that I am alone, that I have no one to call my own; no one to tell how my day went. No one to face the music even in silence.

An ancient proverb goes along like this: "Man wouldn't have minded being alone if he had nothing precious or important to him in the first place. Man feels loneliness when he realizes that he cannot reach for that precious thing; thus he feels inadequate and incomplete."

True. I never knew loneliness before. I only became aware of my lonesome existence when I saw that the Supreme Being intended for some people to find happiness; that two entirely different people can sometimes be as one. I had searched for this happiness, in the hope that the void would be closed; but to no avail. I once came close to finding it, but I was too young and volatile to understand its consequences. Sad indeed, that we regret things we cannot undo.

Even more sad, is the realization that, after risking and trying once again, some people are simply meant to be; and that some people existed to be alone.