The Loneliness
Call it a rough week, but when no suggestions came in for this week’s Tweetplay, I set about trying to purge a little existential angst, and took a darker and more depressing path. This story is a meditation on life, love, loneliness and meaning.
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By all appearances, he’d had a really great life. He had wealth:
He had a beautiful home:
A wife that he loved dearly, and who loved him in return:
He was even well respected by his peers:
Nevertheless, there were times when the loneliness overwhelmed him:
He began to look more closely at the world around him, and what saw filled him with sorrow:
War. Where the young traded their lives for an angry master in a blind quest for temporary power:
Hunger. Where children wept as their brothers and sisters slowly died:
Hate. Where the insensitive and ignorant unleash their fury on the defenseless:
A society that boasted of it’s faith and charity, while demonstrating neither:
And governments that placed the profits of the rich, over the very gift of life itself:
Nature itself:
Forsaken for profit:
The problems were obvious, but the world seemed unwilling to address them:
No leaders would lead. No religion brought peace. No school taught solutions. Nothing was done:
No one even knew where to begin, so hope was passed to the next generation, and the next…:
We gave them fragile promises we never intended to keep:
And set them down the darkest of paths with little guidance or light:
To a destination known, but not acknowledged:
Where at the end of the road, they find themselves waiting, silent in the loneliness:
And the journey begins again.
~~ THE END