Lonely no more
I was lonely back then.
That’s all I could say.
Awash in people and surrounded by friends nonetheless I felt alone. Yet if I ever tried to explain this all my words turned into a need; a need to be heard, to be understood, to explain.
But I guess that’s loneliness for you; it’s all about need.
Whenever you’re lonely the best thing to do is to let it pass, to be in the world and yet to apply no grip, to let go. After you do this, a little further on down the track, you might just find, and possibly to your surprise, that you are lonely no more.
No matter the mistakes I made that were born out of my own need the reaction I received in reply from many others during this time only reminded me of how many of us wander about thinking that we’re right. Or perhaps normally we just consider ourselves lucky? So sure of ourselves and of existence as well… without ever quite releasing that existence really has nothing to do with our self.
What is it to be right?
Xerxes major fired anon.
Isn’t it funny how sometimes when you write words that are spoken they come out wrong and yet if you speak words that are written they too come out wrong?
