Solitude is a strange emotion
We love and fear it at all times
Everyone wants some in their lives
Yet fear it with their souls
We were born alone
And will probably leave in the same way
But we yearn for company in the middle
We wish to be a part of a group
We even time our attitude to fit in
Even the loneliest soul needs compassion
Though we might not accept it openly
However this companionship is an illusion
It is always there but never there
We wade through a series of people
And give it a name of our choice
We justify it and give ourselves a reason
Nevertheless we are pushed to battle our solitude
At so many points in our life
We yearn and hate it at the same time
The challenge lies in finding the balance
The harmony in solitude
Every person we meet creates an impact on us. The way the impact works is quite surprising. Sometimes the impact created by a stranger is more than the impact by a close friend. I always consider life as a block of coal or a big piece of rock. The journey from Coal to diamond or Rock to sculpture takes a lot of time and can also be painful. It does not happen with a single person or with a single incidence. The conversation process is continuous and can happen till our last breath. We get better and better with age and experience. I have never managed to understand when a person reaches his best. Maybe the level is unattainable. Still changes, both ups and downs happen throughout our lives. I remember an innocent hyper girl who wore sensitivity on her sleeve. The smallest spark was enough to set her on fire. She was on the extreme of emotions. The emotions can range from Happiness, sorrow, loneliness and anger. Still the emotions controlled her and stole her sleep many nights. ...
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