"At nights, I’m reminded how alone we are.
It’s a constant thread of loneliness. We’re insignificant, just one speck, one person, in a world of seven billion, in a galaxy of a hundred billion stars, and in a universe of a few hundred billion galaxies.
Some people, motivational speakers, tell us to use this as a source of motivation. That, since no one’s watching us, we’re free to pursue the things we truly want. Why be constrained by the thoughts of others?
But sometimes, sitting alone, these thoughts turn darker.
We enter this world alone, and we’ll leave this world alone. And there’s no promises of anything outside. Even within, we seek understanding, friendship, love, companionship, all things to stave off this existential emptiness.
No matter what we do, people drift in and out, friendships and relationships fade, and eventually all things pass.
So few things we build last. Life is ephemeral. Some find meaning in the small things, in whatever they can experience, but in the long term, everything dies.
It’s hard not to feel cut off sometimes, being in a now-strange city with few true friends.
It’s all too easy to look through the lens of others, in an evermore connected world. To see their happiness, their moments, while realizing that you can no longer be a part of those lives. To see them move on, hopefully fond of your past together, but ever-forward into the future.
And to look back upon yourself, with the worry that some of the most meaningful people, the most inspirational people, and perhaps… love, has already passed by.
Perhaps one day, we’ll be reunited. But some things have to be endured alone, without support, without trust.
I wish we could build bridges that stand the test of time, that we could create an immortal dream, an endless legacy.
But alas, we cannot.
We chase these faint memories, these faint dreams, in the hope of something better.
The waves of time carry us further from each other every day, uncaring of our efforts. Soon, the laughter, the tears, will be but faint memories on the horizon.
And then we’re adrift, alone. Perhaps to start again, and perhaps not."
