I've always wondered why 'loner' is akin to being anti-social. What others look at as "Pity, he/she doesn't have any friends", he or she may look at as solitude. Being alone is not so much of a bad thing at all.
Much as we would like to believe otherwise, we're recluses in our own worlds. We try to cover up for our inadequacies by looking for those in others. If we make four friends, we try to find someone who has just two so that we can claim to be more 'social' than them.
We hide behind walls from where we shoot our arrows at others and float bubbles of hope and love to the other side. Rarely do we care to open the door to peek out to see how the world receives us. It's human nature. We were formed in a womb - in an environment that protected us from all the ills of the world. The placenta may have been discarded the day we were born, but we still live in a womb of our own. It's our private universe, where even our most dearest ones are forbidden to enter. It's built of dreams, hopes, ambitions, grudges, phobias, anger and grief. Most of us might not even know of its existence.
Not until, someone tries to jump over the wall or persistently knock it down. It's not easy to let the wall fall. It's not a curtain that will fall at a tug or a mask you can remove. It's a wall and it takes time to break down - brick by brick... revealing more of what lies on the other side. Not everyone has the patience to wait. Most leave and the wall rebuilds, almost on its own, - with concrete in place of bricks this time.
Much as we would like to believe otherwise, we're recluses in our own worlds. We try to cover up for our inadequacies by looking for those in others. If we make four friends, we try to find someone who has just two so that we can claim to be more 'social' than them.
We hide behind walls from where we shoot our arrows at others and float bubbles of hope and love to the other side. Rarely do we care to open the door to peek out to see how the world receives us. It's human nature. We were formed in a womb - in an environment that protected us from all the ills of the world. The placenta may have been discarded the day we were born, but we still live in a womb of our own. It's our private universe, where even our most dearest ones are forbidden to enter. It's built of dreams, hopes, ambitions, grudges, phobias, anger and grief. Most of us might not even know of its existence.
Not until, someone tries to jump over the wall or persistently knock it down. It's not easy to let the wall fall. It's not a curtain that will fall at a tug or a mask you can remove. It's a wall and it takes time to break down - brick by brick... revealing more of what lies on the other side. Not everyone has the patience to wait. Most leave and the wall rebuilds, almost on its own, - with concrete in place of bricks this time.
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