Alone they stand…

Recently I was confronted with a question, ‘when we have everything, why do we feel alone?’

I pondered over the question which seemed so plain yet so obscure. And then comprehended, that we humans are a knotty bunch of animations with an eccentric way of life.

Many of our troubles require no remedies but just the reassurance that we are not alone; a humble promise ‘to be there’. This promise is just enough to unravel a way out of every setback that we have to deal with in the cross ways of  our lives.

Sadly, most of us have defined ourselves as the quirky mortals that settle for the prejudices that the larger group agrees upon, no matter how completely we disagree with their ideologies.  

This presents us with the 'loners' who live in seclusion not being able to express their ideas or emotions as it would be in contradiction to these biased beliefs.

Why is it that we allow ourselves to craft these loners into existence?

We the ones with the prejudice, could be living in the fear of knowing someone’s pain, because we already have our own struggles, and cannot take more weight; it could be our selfish resort to abscond distress or it could be merely a notion that we are not inspired to make a difference allowing us to abandon the loners.

Whatsoever the reason, ironically a realisation dawned on me. We, who agree to all norms of our society, with not even a trivial question to defy the society, could be the ones alone. 

We are unable to gather enough valour to see through the masks, that humanity adorns, to conceal their desolation. 

We are the fools who stand alone, deceived. 

We are the ones lost in the crowd.  

For we have been so caught up coping with our own lives, that we fail to see tears that are shed; we fail to hear the unspoken words of agony or even the constant cry for help.

A smile, a simple gesture, a touch, a meek note of appreciation could be our small and inexpensive ways, to reach out and pull back the desolate, to believe that they might have a chance to find new ways and discover new meanings to life.

I promise you that this act of compassion gives you nothing.  

But when you stand alone, regrettably I must disclose that no one would share the hope you shared so generously. On the contrary you will know how much it must have meant to be the hope, that you would then desire for.

Yet when this thought traverses your mind you would feel inspired to get back on your legs. And then when tomorrow comes … A small promise we make.

Alone no more will we stand!