Walking down the road, lost in thoughts, alone. No one to listen, no one to care. No friend to call, no hand to hold. Oh, the weight of these godforsaken thoughts I bear. It's not that I want solitude, but I’m trapped in its embrace. A world full of cliques and companions, yet I'm on the periphery, an outsider. Even those who walk alone seem absorbed in their own world, strides full of purpose while I lag, swallowed by the solitude of my mind.
Loneliness breeds questions about belonging and purpose. Do I have a place in this world? What path should I tread? Amid the energetic footsteps and brisk movements, I stand in the shadows, my existence seemingly inconsequential. If I were to deviate from this path, could I find my way back or would I remain forever lost? Is my presence in this world insignificant, or do I serve a purpose in someone else's narrative?
Loneliness is a wretched companion. Left to navigate life's trials solo, frustrated by the pretence of care that fades into the distance. They ask for my presence in fleeting moments, then vanish into their own concerns, as rain slides off an umbrella onto the unsheltered. Genuine attention and companionship, that's all I seek, but I wonder if this is selfish, a yearning amidst others' struggles.
A life devoid of purpose feels hollow. The act of rising from the warmth of my bed, casting aside its comforting embrace, is reserved for those with a clear purpose. Loneliness tempts thoughts of escape, but life persists. Cruelly, purpose alone fuels existence, a fire that burns brighter with direction. Some find their calling amidst the motions, others remain consumed by purpose's flames, and some, even in death, are bereft of companionship.
A lonely soul flirts with despair, hovering on the edge of oblivion. Weightless, they sway to life's rhythm, moving with the world but disconnected. Those who deem themselves inconsequential seek solace in the void. But isn't this selfish? Every individual carries their burdens, their stories. Seeking attention, craving love and companionship, am I not self-absorbed? Until purpose dawns, perhaps I'll remain ensnared in this selfish longing.
Yet, amidst the melancholy, a spark emerges. Loneliness, though painful, can propel growth. The energy that fuels purpose ignites resilience. Like a lone tree weathering the storm, standing tall, I too can find strength. Loneliness moulds me and refines me, and as I emerge from this isolation, I shall carry a voice empowered by the echoes of my struggles.
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