Loneliness

Imagine you're standing inside a moving bus. An overcrowded one. If you want, you can easily look around at the million and one faces surrounding you. Each face having a story of its own to tell. A peek into the eyes would give you a glimpse of its past and a glance at the lips could help you prognosticate the future. But you seem to be entangled in an entirely different spider web of sorts. A question that has plagued your mind ever since time began ticking for you : "Who am I?". That precisely is loneliness.

Loneliness is usually associated with an inexplicable sense of detachment from the very essence of your own existence. You realize that you are an abstract from the realms of reality yet you aren't sure of the entire concept of material subsistence. Thus the initial euphoric feeling of being one with everything else fades away once you realize that in all certainty it is never actually possible. Because the entire universe is made up of zillions of independent points, it can never come and join hands to form a single identifiable unit. Each point in it is like the human mind. An island of isolation by its very own. That precisely is loneliness.

But do you actually have to look so afar to feel it? Even inside your own self your heart, your mind and your own body are three apparent incoherencies. Three separate entities which make you up but are disjointed in every single moment that you feel your own presence. Whenever it comes to taking a plunge it's these three which are more often than not at loggerheads with each other. It all depends on you whom to heed and whom to ignore. Finally when you think that you have created a consensus amongst them there's a lingering feeling that these dissonant forces inside you keep on growing but stronger by the day. Influences which can never be converged and aligned to a single point in time. That precisely is loneliness.

That brings us to time itself and one wonders how craftily each instant is disconnected from all its preceding moments and how magically it concedes no resemblance to all those which follow it. True that the events of present have a bearing on those of the future but then swiveling the spotlight again on the larger picture shows us very clearly how isolated the specks of time which parent these events are in reality. However persevering an effort they put up to reach out for each other, they never actually manage to do so. That precisely is loneliness.