Solitude?
Sure.
But not sullen isolation.
Moments between moments,
when the mind is free to wander,
when I divine to take a gander
at this little pause in time,
here I think
of long-past memories
and evolving realities
and revolving thoughts:
breathing and living
and observed from each corner.
Should I be lonely?
separated from 7.5 billion people
by only a hair’s width in the span of the universe
and spew out appeals
to other lonely hearts reveling in lyric and verse?
Should I be wary?
gaze at ubiquitous verdure
as a diaphanous armour
against the world of unknown
to which I’ve been born?
Apoplectic?
at hate and injustice
when the reality is:
in the world there’s more peace
than there ever has been?
As the pessimistic news rolls through the television,
I remind myself of one important omission:
that for every act of violence or hate in the world,
a million happy occasions have also occurred.
As I hear of pain and sadness and loneliness
I remind myself that these disconsolate voices
arise only because they’re no longer obstructed
by labour, survival, and the novelty of action.
Lift your spirits my friends, and don’t be afraid
of a world seemingly filled with multifarious pain.
What you feel is not strange: many others have felt it.
You just have the freedom and time to think and evolve it
and the freedom and time to create change and effect it.