“I was more alone than if I had been alone.”
The third full sentence on page 82 of the nearest book near me. The book I am currently poring over; Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close. It is an amusing book. Heartwarmingly amusing. As per today’s prompt, I have captured the 3rd sentence on page 82. I can say I can say that I have felt being alone quite a number of times in my life despite the fact that I have a number of friends. Being an only child has its pros and cons. And being alone is one of the cons. I am not saying that I don’t enjoy the time I often get to be with myself, but there are just moments when I wish there’s someone I can conveniently turn to. A brother or a sister, maybe. But it’s not to say that I don’t get my friends to listen to me rant about things. It’s just that of course, they are not obliged to listen if they don’t want to. There are also times when the people or person you expect to be there to lend you an ear or a helping hand would just be out of reach. Or preoccupied with something else. Those moments when I feel everything is on me, like the weight of the world is on my shoulder, and no one can understand just how I feel, makes me feel alone than ever. My only escape from feeling such, is often, just a simple prayer.