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The streets were empty and we were searching.
I once read a beautiful line - “the streets were empty and we were searching”. We cling to our friends and loved ones for security. We cling to strangers for some measure of acceptance but in reality we’re all on our own empty streets and we’re all searching.
Strangers sometimes try to pry the parts you’ve worked hard for to retrieve it for themselves. But the truth must always be received with gentle hands. You can’t force pieces together in your greedy hands. What that will only do is amalgamate pieces that don’t fit to give you a deformed truth that you might dangerously accept.
Maybe it is this realization that makes me comfortable with the idea of a solitary life. Because no matter how many faces you cling to and how many pieces you put together, you will always be on your own empty street searching for the same thing as everyone else.
Because solitude is not loneliness. Solitude is being on your own empty street and being focused on your act of searching for truth. Loneliness is focusing only on the fact that the streets are empty. If we would only realize that we’re all heading for the same direction and searching for the same thing, we need never feel lonely.
(Source: fayllen.blogspot.com)
