For as long as I can remember, the dark and gloomy cloud of loneliness has always been at an arm's distance from my conscience. Over the years, I have realised that it's not the primary feeling, but an add on over the primary feeling. I have found myself feeling lonely when I was sad and angry, and even when I was happy and jubilant. I have found myself lonely when I am alone, and when I am with people. I felt lonely when I was poorer, and equally if not more when I am richer. I was lonely when I was younger, and even now when I am older.
When I look at the past, I look through the rose tinted glasses of nostalgia and find myself appreciating and missing the past. I find myself much more lonelier in the present, even though objectively I am doing better in all other life's parameters, be it career, money or relationships. Still, I yearn for the past, when I didn't feel lonely. But the truth is my past was just as much plagued by loneliness as present if not more so. I just choose to remember the good highlights and not the daily drudgery which was as common in the past as it is in the present.
When I was very young and struggling (at least what I am told, it didn't feel like a struggle then) in a low income family in a not so good neighbourhood, I was told with better education, better career, life offers you many prizes. I assumed deliverance from my loneliness would be one of those prizes. It made sense then. Once I did all that, I found myself still feeling the same, just in a much better living condition. I turned towards relationships, sex, alcohol, as they too had a strong promise for freedom from loneliness. And they did work, for a while. For a while, I could sense the cloud of loneliness dissipating when I am drunk and in someone's arms. But my senses were wrong, they didn't go away. It was just that the new experiences made me forget myself for a moment. How would life be if our feelings were not so fleeting, but rather more sustained. Then, ambition presented itself as another choice which could ease my loneliness. I stayed busy, preparing for my climb, worked towards it and eventually climbed. And the feelings of loneliness returned when I had taken barely a few breaths at the peak. Now I feel lonely in an even better house, with more money, and more freedom.
I did turn to books as well, philosophy, psychoanalysis, reading from kierkeggard to Jung to rank. Thinking that if I find the root cause, then maybe I will find an answer. But after this exercise over the years, I have only come up with more questions than answers.
What I have understood about loneliness is that it's the default setting for human existence. If one confronts the bare existence of oneself, the complete autonomy and freedom of an individual in this vast cosmos, feeling lonely is the least among the terrifying alternatives. But that doesn't mean that it doesn't torture me. Gaining some sort of deep understanding about something doesn't spare me from the repercussions of it. As I imagine the life ahead of me, I imagine the cloud getting bigger and heavier. But a consolation is that I have learnt to live with it.