That kind of loneliness

by ani castillo




Sometimes I’m convinced that all of us humans share certain kind of perpetual loneliness.

The kind that stays inside even when we are in the middle of a crowd. The kind that never goes away, despite receiving copious doses of love, company or admiration. The one that follows us to every corner of the world.

But sometimes I think that this kind of loneliness is not as much as a hole or as an absence, as it sounds. Maybe it is just a room reserved to be full of one’s self… and some rooms are bigger than others.

Or maybe it’s just a gap that we’re supposed to feel and get the urge to fill up with each other.

And I believe it’s then, while opening and trying, that we end up having the most meaningful moments of our lives, almost by accident…