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In fact, everyone afraid of loneliness, but no one can describe it specifically; what it is, what it looks like, how does it smell.
Loneliness is a transition. You said goodbye to those familiar things, yet to find the new place to fit in; those days chasing your dream with lost and hesitation sharing with nobody; saying “we are growing together" when they were kids, while Peter Pan cannot remember anything; different kinds of loneliness, so different but so the same.
To lose love is a symbol of loneliness. Meeting under the starry night and boy asked girl to reach out the stars for him, she promised him but arouse a lonely flowing. You walk on the path ablaze with lights and nobody holds your hand, no one to chat with, this is so-called loneliness.
Loneliness will happen in the right time and right place, when you cannot go away, and neither come back.
However, girl, trying to remember what Douglas Coupland said in 《Shampoo Planet》: “the time you feel lonely is the time you most need to be by yourself. Life’s cruelest irony.”
Also, Janet Fitch probably can help us cope with this from 《White Oleander》: “
Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow. Never expect to outgrow loneliness. Never hope to find people who will understand you, someone to fill that space. An intelligent, sensitive person is the exception, the very great exception. If you expect to find people who will understand you, you will grow murderous with disappointment. The best you’ll ever do is to understand yourself, know what it is that you want, and not let the cattle stand in your way.”
I was just thinking that as if I gave too much meaning when we first met.
Just last second, I suddenly chuffed to bits that you actually spent a lot of time with me.
How does the time we spend become so important? Not until the very last moment do we understand.
The Fox in The Little Prince reminds me: because such a relationship, there is no way to stop crying when farewell came.
When farewell came, I believed, Little Prince knew that he will not go back. There are millions and millions of stars in the sky, how could he find a tiny sparkling in the milky way? It is too difficult. Just as difficult as we desire to go back to those fantastic days.
However he said, “it is sweet to look at the sky at night. All the stars are a-bloom with flowers…"(The Little Prince, p.72)
These little sparkles are the same as those trivial things in life, those delighted times, Little Prince following, “In one of the stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing. When you look at the sky at night…you – only you – will have stars that can laugh!"(The Little Prince, p.73)
I wish I could have this kind of happiness, yes, I really do.