Halfway through the gloomy skies of a long winter, in a place where the sun never shines regardless of the weather. My thoughts are far away from where my exhausted body lay.
“What did you see in this place?Honestly,
there is nothing here…”
An old man once said,he reeked of alcohol and sounded like he desperately looked for an answer for quite sometime himself.
It was already late, I was on my way to the bus stop after going out to escape my solitary confinement in the four walls of my own loneliness. The man looked like he was in his 70’s. He initiated a conversation by asking if I was a student for which I answered No and he seconded with complimentary remarks on how young I looked for the kind of job I said I do. He made it known how he is well aware that I could’ve gotten the same job at a better place before he asked me the baffling question for which he tried to answer himself. I could barely remember what kinds of excuses I came up with for coming here(basically because I did not think about it) apart from the fact that I told him how much affinity I have with the beach.
We happen to be living in the same area so we took the same bus and he was very cordial to ask if he could be seated next to me.
“and I remember through the short conversation how
much I did not want to hear how lonely his life has been.”
I have never felt this lonely. But when I do, I look back and try to remember how the old man looked and sounded as he narrates how, at his age, he does everything on his own, including going out for a drink. I can’t imagine how lonelier life can get for some people. I am only lonely for a very literal reason, I am far away from home. The old man never moved, he is exactly in the same place where he was born and raised, where he and his friends and family lived, but how much do people understand about being alone? about being lonely?