#Loneliness

Loneliness is the art of staging a one-person show of unheeded troubles in the theater of the mind. Once on stage, no applause echoes through the timelines of social networks. Sometimes one seeks consolation in the whisper of one’s own shadow, only to be met with deepening silence. Some call it ‘inner relaxation,’ though it’s chiefly an act of rending one’s own chest. It is, in fact, a ceremony of toasting champagne in an empty banquet hall.

Loneliness is the elegant self-defense that enforces an awkward distance from others. It offers no replies, grants a fleeting illusion of self-esteem, then pounds you with the weight of silence at midnight. In an age driven by social media pings, it stands as the only guaranteed offline status. Posing as introspection, it secretly magnifies the longing for someone else’s voice. Ultimately, the more you boast you need no one, the louder loneliness screams that you crave to be needed.