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every step towards the bench was a burden tantamount to heaving a colossal boulder off the earth. finally, after what seemed like a journey around the world by foot, the bench was in sight. pale white light filled the immeidate vaccinty.sitting down, a red blinking light could be seen from what seemed like miles away. the sea was calm. the breeze was cooling. however, it was then that loneliness was given a new meaning. people around became wondering souls, mute, deaf, blind, without any sensation of touch and devoid of any emotions. time passed by as if you were trying to break a rock with your bare hands (bad analogy). the sea breeze was brushing past as if it went through the physical body, the light washed the concrete as if it lost its heavenly glow. what is this new loneliness that was felt? a tinge of coldness awashed with a tremedous dose of blank staring and empty state of mind. you could say that the soul was non-existent save for the body. this is loneliness at its highest. this is loneliness at it most evil. this is loneliness at its terminal stage. you could just die from it. no doubt.
at the very end when you die, have you ever thought, who would cry for you. who would cry because of you, in spite of you, as a sympathy for you, a pity towards you?would anyone even cry at the very least? how would their reaction be. is there really such a thing called friend? anyhow, crying is just an action or behaviour.doesnt mean there must be crying at all.
soon the time came to leave. and weight of the legs did not feel any lighter nor did loneliness leave you behind. it merely said that it would visit again when the time comes. and the the sun rose again as it has been for the past...years...
40: the objectivity of truth is such that you have to first live a life of subjectivity.