A sharp scream that pierced the night,
echoing through the neighbourhood.
Its owner unknown, hidden amongst the black.
The street folk shifted, sensing something but not wanting to know.
Hands in pockets, gazes cast down, they shuffle forwards.
One more time, louder in the growing darkness.
Quick glance, one foot in front of the other.
Hurry now. Try not to be the last.
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We don’t get lonely – we just aren’t needed anymore.
Loneliness is not a case of wanting people to be around us. It’s a case of wanting people to want us to be around.
It’s a case of wanting people to need us. It’s a case of needing to be needed.
Maybe that’s why we can feel lonely when surrounded by an entire crowd – when you can be in a room full of people and feel nothing but alone.
The definition of loneliness suggests that it’s when you have no friends or company.
But you can have friends and still be lonely.
You can have friends who have no idea that you feel alone. You can have friends which you chat to on a daily basis. But this chat could just be face-value, exchanging no need from either one person.
It’s that need that makes us escape the feeling of being completely alone.
It’s that need which dispels the loneliness because we relate.
Because we become of use.
Because we regain a purpose.
When life gets you lost. When you feel alone. When you just need something, Neil deGrasse Tyson helps.