Looking at the world, it seems that most people are afraid of loneliness. Perhaps not on a superficial level, but deeper down there is this fear of loneliness.
It gets bigger and darker as time progresses. Sits in the corners of our soul, and never really moves to make place for a different, more pleasant emotion.
Some people try to bury it deeper in the seemingly never ending fabric of our thoughts. Others get devoured by it, leaving them helplessly stranded as a cast away on an island haunted by their inner demons. But it seems that only very few people actually look at this problem and face the challenge, which is perhaps the only real challenge we have in our life.
Loneliness. It is the sensation of complete and utter isolation—of being alone with one one’s thoughts. These thoughts spin around in never ending wheels of relentless force. Once there are only these thoughts, everything else ceases and dies: the outer world with its people, the outer world with the sun and mountains, and also the beauty of life, the sacredness of life. The only thing which remains are one’s own thoughts.
But if one can see this truth then loneliness becomes suddenly lighter. There is a sudden gasp of freedom which may be too subtle to realize yet. But it is there.
If one’s thoughts are all that is left in this feeling of loneliness and isolation, then it also means that one’s thoughts are the cause of loneliness. In this there is the arising of a glimmer of insight.
What then happens, if one’s own thoughts cease to be? What is there when the mind becomes suddenly empty? Is there nothing? Is there freedom?
And what do you feel amidst the clouds and trees, the mountains, and the breeze, the sea and the sun? Is there still this loneliness amongst a mind filled with beauty?
TobeTada 2017