Loneliness...
How many times have you been afraid of yourself? How many times have you thought that you will be and then you will be a simple passing rumor?
Lately I live my days thinking about who I am and where I go, I accomplish goals, I create others, I breathe, I sigh, I look ahead. I feel empty, wandering in labyrinths that don't find an end and I'm the only walker through those grey and rough walls.
Have you ever thought about what life is? I discuss it often, I fear death and see every hour, minute and second as a fragment of me that extinguishes with every step I take. Here, as I write these lines without any apparent sense, I feel a deep desire to go into tears and run, to run without destiny, to move away from all that surrounds me and to wrap myself in the exile of a different reality, one in which my fears and anxieties disappear, but then I return to reality.
Perhaps it is the context, the nation, or the social stratum in which I was born, mixed with my experiences and experiences that have led me to be like this, I really do not know, but inside me I feel that something is missing, I experience happiness every day in shorter forms, and the emptiness that remains then What do I do with it?
Loneliness, sadness, fear, anguish, anxiety...
I once read in a book: "The important thing is the journey, not the destination", but what happens when the journey is so full of traffic jams and difficulties? What am I supposed to learn from this journey? Why do I feel that I am walking in a valley of thorns? It is absurd...
As absurd as one day we are and then no longer, as absurd as this emptiness and this loneliness. We are only souls, souls who in each of their reincarnations continue to seek the answer to this bitter sensation and after the immeasurable death they are reborn to continue their search, in silence, in darkness.
