Feb 21, 2022
Lonely But Not Alone
A tale of cornered species, seeking an escape through intimacy
If I would say the cliche, “I am alone but not lonely.”, then I’d be lying. There are moments when I am alone, and there are a few dark times, when I feel extremely lonely.
Sometimes, you simply want to disconnect from the noise of the outside world and seek refuge within your being, and at times, you feel an absence of God, a feeling that you have been abandoned and you are struggling on your own. This feeling of “being left out in the cold”, is universal.
Many people around the world go through the horror of neglect or crave a connection to satisfy their soul. This desire is innate in every atom, every soul. Each form of creation is driven by the impulse to become one with its origin.
For an artist, loneliness is necessary to bring out what lies deep within our psyche. Facing your own emptiness can be traumatic for some people, however, this tragedy is a stepping stone towards disillusionment. We experience the world as a separate entity, and within that character, exist infinite caricatures of our consciousness. We dream when we are awake, and we dream, when we are asleep — the real question is when are we actually awakened?
To understand our wholeness, we must appreciate the duality that exists within us. A part of us experiences itself as a product of this society, feeling victimised and left alone in the dark, yet deep down, we know that everything is a facade, to entertain your ego. Hence, we avoid accepting our oneness, to prevent the bubble of this carnival, we call “life”, from bursting.
The ‘I’ or ‘Illusion’ exists in the now, echoing its alone-ness with “I AM!” This call for attention, creates ripples, leading to creation of waves and further causing a formation of an endless Ocean of Unity. Within this diety, there are countless layers of being, each part seeking its source, like a Russian doll- each fragment is unique but not separate.
Filling the void of emptiness takes you further from your original state. Although, we feel a sense of ‘fullness’, this sensation is nothing but our ego’s appetite, that thrives on a false sense of being.
It is ironic that we are afraid of death, yet that is our only ticket to paradise.
