Pangs of Loneliness

The loneliness of soul does not require any being to alleviate the suffering of it. It does not depend upon the absence of people or any specific individual. If at all, it aggravates in the presence of those considered closest to self by the ‘self’. The loneliness, an intrinsic streak, within each one of us, comes to surface as soon as we stop identifying with people around. The moment, the gnosis of our essence, descends upon us, we understand how irrelevant and relevant we are to this macrocosm.
The reason for feeling like being irrelevant is very clear and glaring. As long as one does not play his part, he can be dispensed with easily. Better people and options are always there to replace him. If he understands how little a difference is there that he can make by practicing ‘self-importance’, the whole point of believing in self-importance is lost.
Being relevant, and a genuine feeling of being useful only springs from the endeavours, that fill one’s life in all directions but the ‘self’. Nothing meaningful springs from serving one’s own interests. The whole point of ‘existence’ is lost when it is not related to the life around us. And yet, if one loses sight of his own individuality, and makes, the attainment of validation from the surroundings, an aim of his life, again the point of existing is lost.
The concept of believing in one’s individuality, retaining it, and serving in this temporary abode as a pilgrim, or a traveller is the ‘kernel of truth’. I refer to this as a core accuracy at the heart of a claim or narrative which also contains dubious or fictitious elements, because there is no singular interpretation of life.
Believing in ‘I’, as an individual entity, brings one to the summit of life. A moment, where either one adopts his identity, and exalts to the sublimity of beingness, or one shuns his identity and likewise the responsibility ‘to live’ and loses his reasons for being a ‘valid creation’. In the former case, simplistically enough, he stands alone, and bears the pangs of loneliness to eternity. In the latter case, he finds, multiple identities, none withstanding through thick and thin and keeps chasing the life as if running after a mirage.
Believing in the Unseen, and holding on to the inner voice, however meek that be, leads to contentment, insurmountable by any anxiety inducing incident of life. Not believing in the Unseen, and looking for ‘logical, rather palpable reasoning’ for every quintessence of life, leads to palpable frustration and unease instead of peace. The man was created to explore and endure. The man explores and then considers himself a Conqueror Supreme. He endures and then stands up with his head held high in pride and arrogance.
The ultimate answer to inner peace and loneliness lies in relating to the One Who is Ever-Living and Ever-Existing. The man has an instinct to prevail. A longing to live forever. Seeing no solution to this ordeal, the man is a victim of the loneliness he feels. None of the temporary figures, in the form of friends, family, possessions, and/ or ambitions, lasts long enough to extend to us, any feeling of belonging to them. Thus ensues forlornness. The ever disconcerting reason of loneliness cannot be taken care of, as long as we fail to accept the ever correct and persistent insistence of ‘I’ to be adopted by ‘me’, as it is carved out to be. We must stop trying to mould it into a shape that it was never meant to adopt. Let it fly to eternal abode, with wings of hope and faith. Let it fly away from the fangs of dubiety and the pangs of loneliness, to the holy grail filled to the brim, with the spirit of the elixir of life.