I’ve written a tale based on loneliness

humans

Sometimes I envy the complexity that people find in everything: calm, tranquility, fear, sadness, happiness, incomprehension, egocentrism,  guilt. Many emotions that end up meaning the same thing to a human being: "loneliness", however, I have always seen it differently.

Does loneliness really exist? Or is it just a reflection of human weakness?

Your consciences have a greater purpose than they give them, a more friendly and simple purpose than someone else’s company. Consciousness is always present, although it cannot be observed or felt, it is the only unconditional thing life has.

Does loneliness exist, or is it just a way of demonstrating ignorance? 

Humanity’s insistence on complicating things, the belief that they are alone and must feel that way, the weakness of needing the company of others as if their life depended on it. Loneliness is summed up in nothing, it is everything and at the same time, it is nothing. It exists in the minds of many, distorting and changing as they interpret it. In the end, loneliness is just an invented feeling, something without meaning and meaning that can only be understood by humanity.



--written by Noir Requiem