One Less Lonely People

Ah, look at all the lonely people. All the lonely people, where do they all come from? All the lonely people, where do they all belong? The famous hook from The Beatles’ hit “Eleanor Rigby”, I must say, sparks interesting questions on the ever-elusive subject: Loneliness. Where do lonely people come from? Where do they all belong?

Loneliness. Sucks. So. Hard. It stings. I believe it’s a dreaded road that everyone must’ve traveled at least once in their lives. There’s a reason why everybody seems to try their best to avoid it. Nobody seems to miss it. Yet it happens, time and time again. And when it does, it weighs us down and floods our minds with unsettling thoughts.

So, what is it then? It was until I stumbled upon the essay of the seventeenth English author, Abraham Cowley, “On Solitude”, did it dawn on me the answer, along with what could be the most alienating words a man could’ve ever said…

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