Mila's logs

Humans are herd animals, and that is why we construct our society amid social interactions.

In our efforts to form our thought processes, we look to the trends and opinions of the public we find ourselves in. In a collectivistic country, the masses are the nation itself. However, in an individualistic country, the masses have eclectic factions. Such factions place a distinction between the group and the rest of the diverse nation, then assemble with a shared characteristic between the members.

This melodramatic romanticism of social identity is why we all strive to fill emotional voids with others through promised eternal love and comradeship. We find solace in possessing somebody else, long to trust and be trusted completely, and harbor a profound desire to be understood by others better than we understand ourselves.

But how can that sentiment realize itself in the world?

It cannot. Though these wishes may exist, it contradicts the evolutionary qualities we have as humans.

Here, qualities mean our biological, physical limitations. We cannot see through the hearts of others; thus, it is excessively idealistic to say one should know somebody beyond what has been disclosed. Especially when our world is impermanent by nature.

It is unrealistic to expect unrelenting fidelity, for our primary instinct is our own self-preservation. We grow fearful of concerning ourselves with people drowning in their own depression. We only can ever reach out a helping hand to the unfortunate when our own critical needs are met. Even in strong relations such as family and close friends, many overlook the existing bounds of responsibility, commitment, and conditioning that demonstrate its fragility when we least expect it.

So it can be established that any innate desires concerning rather spiritual beliefs of true connections between souls are unattainable by our own very nature. 

And at the same time, it is what creates further anguish. Because our desires remain unfulfilled, it alights the drive to seek out perpetual emotional security. As a result of doing so, we gain what feels like what we’ve been looking for, unaware that no matter with whom the relationship of co-dependency is forged and then repeated, it will only bring the same engulfing hopelessness that we are alone in our trials.

Even if we all are incapable of being anything more than what we are, we are so gifted in the art of pretending. But when the act drops, so do we. The grief sinks us into an ocean of loneliness that ignites our intrinsic response to escape by reaching out to the hand of another barren assurance.

To see it in another light, loneliness is the true spirit of humans.

“On the whole, the longing for solitude is a sign that there still is spirit in a person and is the measure of what spirit there is.” (The Sickness unto Death, Søren Kierkegaard)

Quite. To be lonely is to fight for life. It is hardly a lamentable thing; it is vitality epitomized.

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