MUSE ; THE LONELY ROAD.

We think we are all alone.

We think we are the only ones going through our struggles. We think no one could possibly understand, or commiserate, or give salient advice, since no one has been in our shoes. And this is true. We are not you, and you are not us, but nevertheless we are humans one & the same & chances are, we haven't gone what you've gone through - but we've been very darn close.

So it's a wonder (really, a wonder, no sarcasm intended) why we barely reach out. Why sharing too much is a bad thing. Why sharing too little is a bad thing. Why not talking is not enough. Why overtalking is too much. Why we know deep inside we've all felt the loneliness hit us, but when someone else is hit with the same we don't bother to assuage. Why is it that we convince ourselves night & day that we are the only ones, & sink ourselves into a downward spiral because we are the only one, woe is me, the only one?

You tell yourself constantly that if you fix this, this, & that, your life will be patched up & be as good as new. You tell yourself that if you just start over, maybe with a whole pack of new people, you will fare much better. And maybe you have, maybe you haven't. But you still run into these days where that passage of time has nothing good to you at all & you still feel the same loneliness. The knowledge that you know multiple, hundreds, thousands of people are out there that are just like you, that can relate to you, that can get along great with you, yet you still can't get down the magic trick of crossing the bar & getting to the level you want.

So you still fare alone. You walk alone, you listen to your iPod alone, & in the end you rant alone. Knowing that there are so many people right now doing the same.

photo | Inès ☆ ; flickr