I came
across the book The Lonely City, and out of all the other choices I had, I
clicked on “Want to read” only under that particular book. Immediately, I pondered what makes me do that. Why didn’t I bother to explore the other books?
I am a person who spends a fair amount of time with people, and not to brag, but many are too close to my heart. But to my surprise, I
find myself lonely right in the mornings, at times. Aren’t mornings supposed to
be happy and refreshing? Isn’t the sun meant to be symbolic of a ray of hope?
But very often, I find the sun to be depressing and the night to be healing.
The sun, reminding me of the battles I lost yesterday while the stars seeping
peace into my soul with each moment I spend staring at them. I find myself
hating the sun. Shouldn’t it stop when it knows that the world had come to an
end for me before the dawn? Shouldn’t it have refused to rise when I lost
everything in one go? It was brutally selfish when it rose at exactly the same
time every day, waking up the birds, encouraging them to chirp and move on with
the daily chores but there I was, refusing to move ahead, begging for the
return of what had been snatched. What happened then? Years passed by and I was
pushed to live, though a part of me remained there. In that moment of epiphany,
I could never really congregate the measure of my loss. I thought that the
world would stop for didn’t the world know what had happened to me? But it
didn’t. It took no notice at all. I began creating a cocoon of human
activities- interactions, conversations, affections, travel, friends, work and
even confusions. When I see people calling my name, or rather not too often
relying on me for their work, I know I’m alive. The walls of the room at times
encouraged the feeling of numbness in me. But so did the outside world. The
places stop making a difference once you’re clutched in the hands of
loneliness.
They say, “You can identify yourself in each person you
meet and if you don’t, you’re not looking closely enough.” When I started
looking closely enough, I just found the world around to be inverted. People I
had known to be the weakest seemed to be strong, and those who were known to be
the pillars of strength were seen falling apart. I witnessed the most mature
people argue and lament like a four year old. When the lens focused to me, I
saw nothing different. I was known to be the loudest girl in all the places I’d
been so far, been bashed by elders for ‘talking’ too loudly, for ‘laughing’ too
loudly and when I looked closely, I found myself to be more comfortable with silences,
totally unbothered by the lack of noises around for all the noises I made with
my friends, I was still not comfortable talking about my feelings in front of
them. When I look too closely, I see myself in people I’ve hurt and that breaks
my heart. It aches to know that I could cause such chaos, such misery, but I am
trying to be as human as I can be and I think that counts, I beg it should.
You might
find this article low-spirited. Encouragement, inspiration, motivation and
positivity are what is trending in the first week of the New Year but at this
moment it doesn’t work for me and I refuse to buy it. We think we can ignore
the illness of loneliness and negativity by ignoring it. Well, how else can a
child confront something it doesn’t like? It’s horrible to see yourself wilting
and the coldest realization I had was that time was running out. Do you take care of others or take care of
your “inner child”? How do you know things are downhill? Nobody knows it but
me. The picture can lie, the smiles can fool and the humour can mislead. “Once
you learn how to die, you learn how to live.” I am yet to experience the
latter.
The things that we spend time on might not be as important.
The run for materialistic things can make you feel hollow. We take the loving
relationships and the core things in life for granted and then become unhappy. You
need to make time for spiritual things. I wanted to go for Vipassana. Buddhists
say, “Don’t cling to things, everything is impermanent. Detach yourself, but
detachment doesn’t mean you don’t let the experience penetrate you. On the
contrary, you let it penetrate fully. That’s how you’re able to leave it. If
you hold your emotions back you can never get to being detached, you’re too
busy being afraid. You’re afraid of the pain, and grief that loneliness brings.”
I know that word of encouragement are expected, but like the title says, it’s
all “inverted” as if ‘Joy’ has entered the part where the dimensions change.
Loneliness is like a monster that won’t leave unless we start loving it; unless we let it penetrate us and learn to deal with it. We ought to get comfortable with it no matter how. Just when people say things are coming to an end, I remember the sun that arose after the darkest of the nights. And that is the time; I embrace the sun, which I once hated. Dreams that give us a good sense of purpose keeps us going. And when I feel like giving up, I remind myself that there is still work to be done. After three days of meditation, I regained my positive self. I had contact with the outside world when I was going and immediately when I came back. Of all the people who know me, knew how happy I was to be there. How amazingly it served me! But only I knew how those days passed with no human touch, when the nights were depressing and we were not supposed to talk, when we had nothing to do but sit in one place for twelve long hours- I was no superhuman who could avoid thoughts for minutes together and those thoughts were devastating but there is something about spirituality that instills the positivity in you. I was happy to be back on track. I didn’t know what magic it did and I know this particular article had that lack of positivity in it, but you have that special ingredient of life now and now you can decide for yourself if the article is really inverted.
I think there's a difference between being alone and being lonely. People, especially those who observe, think and write should spend more time alone and yet not feel lonely. What do you think?
ReplyDeleteYes, you are right. There is a difference between being alone and being lonely. And yes people who write do need alone time but they may or may not be viable to loneliness. What I meant here is that though one cherishes alone time, it doesn't necessarily eliminate out the possibility of feeling lonely. I hope now you can appreciate the fact that I wanted to convey. :)
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