It’s half past midnight right now as I write this blog post, sitting in my living room so that I don’t wake anyone up with all the light I need to write, and all the noise I’m creating, all the ruffling papers ans my tongue clicking every few seconds in irritation.
It’s silence all around.
My only companions are the fish swimming in the water and and someone’s dog barking loudly. A car passes by on the street, loud music rattling the doors.
A notification arrives on my phone. Just Netflix announcing the arrival of a new film.
This is a night routine.
I’m stranded alone, but I’m not on an island.
What I mean to say through all this is that no man is an island. No man works alone.
Even when I’m surrounded by people who are asleep and dreaming, I don’t feel solitude at all because there’s always someone interrupting me. And not in a negative way either, it’s like something is always there telling me that even at the dead of the night, when I’m the only one up, there’s a whole world on the other side of the planet that’s seeing sunlight and going off to their work and just interacting with someone or the other.
No man works alone.
There’s always someone or something (maybe a cosmic power, because, who knows?) that’s backing us up. There’s always someone lending a hand, doing some help.
Maybe it’s in the form of that sudden motivation you get, all out of the blue. Maybe it’s the random idea that seems like a huge breakthrough. Maybe it’s the daydreaming that, even though just for a little while, takes you out of the hard reality.
People have created guardian angels and the concept of soulmates and what not, all to have this kind of feeling that there’s some universal power that’s made just for them, and after all of this ends, there’ll be a home.
That home is the ultimate destination, agreed. But what about the time we spend here, on this earth?
For some people, it might really seem like hell, going through this hard life all day. It’s so tiring that in the end, there’s just no inspiration left anymore. Nothing to do. Nothing to feel happy about.
What about this? What about this earth? What to do?
There’s some time on earth we all need to spend. It’s like a rule. It’s better if we just accept this. But of course, it can’t just be easy.
During our time on earth, we get surrounded by things that hurt us, things that suck out the happiness from us (like Dementors). Naturally.
And then we are ready to lose all hope. Ready to give up.
But there’s this one little secret to all this. If we actually try to look out of the darkness, we might just find the light. End up staring in the face of the sun.
I’ve come to realize one thing; maybe it’s just my own opinion, maybe because I’m too sheltered and have little experience of the actual grown-up life, but there’s this thing that I tell myself whenver I’m facing hopelessness: The world isn’t full of bad people. Maybe it’s just you surrounded by all the idiots.
The world isn’t necessarily a bad place, I swear. Even though some people seem so happy within their own selves that they have got nothing left for others, or some people are already so broken that nothing else excites them anymore, preventing them from even trying—but at the end of the day, we all are humans, and we all are battling our own problems and emotions and sorrows.
So it may seem that every man is to himself, and it isn’t worth it trying to love or care for someone else.
But this is a myth.
Maybe all you need to do is just come out of your shell.
Reach out. Blindly if needed. An angel will surely hold your hand.
It’s just that we lock ourselves up—our emotions, moods, feelings, relations. That is the reason why people don’t get to know us, and so, obviously, we feel lonely. Depressed. Anxious. Distressed.
Good thing there is a cure.
We can just stop feeling this kind of loneliness by starting to care for others—the good people who actually deserve our love. They’ll start caring for us too.
Yes—it’s so hard. So hard to do this. So hard to recognize who’s worth it and who isn’t, so hard to actually invest yourself deeply and then strive to not make a fool of yourself, so hard to pick your broken pieces up again if anything goes wrong.
All so hard.
A million reasons not to do this. But find any one reason to do this—to work towards a better life. That reason is simple: you.
You’re doing it for you. For yourself, and only yourself.
Maybe everyone around you hates you (so you think) and maybe you hate everyone around you too (understandably), but the only thing you can do there is to find new friends. Find new connections, new relations. Find new things you love. New people you connect to.
Change your circle.
