A Feeling of Loneliness is a strong emotion. I feel it most strongly when I get insomnia. Sometimes it can feel like everyone else on earth is asleep (but you forget about China and those on the other side of the earth.) Just you against the world; you feel as if sleep is fled to the hills for refuge, a thousand miles away. Saying, “You can’t go to sleep no matter what you do.”
Then there is another kind of lonely feeling that takes place in a crowd. This is one where you don’t know a single soul. I have often felt as loneliness while traveling: the greater the crowd of unknown people the more pronounced the feeling. I have thought, “I just wish that I could go up and introduce myself to some of these people. However; no I don’t do it. They would think I was off my rocker, and for sure I was going to embarrass myself.” So what you do is go on about your business: and swallow the lump in your throat. You endure the same-old feeling until you get busy enough with your activities to make it go away for a while.
Another kind of loneliness and this is a good kind is what one feels when out in the woods or wilderness a very long way away from everyone else. This is the kind of loneliness that everyone needs. Another name for it is, solitude, and it is the anthesis of the bustling crowds of urban life and also all the human filth that goes with them. That is why I love to hunt and fish out in the quietness of the wilderness. In town, it is a wilderness too, just a different kind.
Then there is the bleakness of the outcast or the old person. This person just feels that the world has forgotten about them and has minimized them out of the circle of important people. Have you ever felt what it is like to be minimized? I have, and yet I did it myself a few years back. What our society needs is not food, not shelter nor things. They greatly need to feel like someone else thinks they exist and cares that they do. This is the “throw away” society and people are part of the throw away items. How many old people, and I mean people who have worked all their lives are put in nursing homes out of convenience rather than necessity. How many children are put in cages of nursery until is convenient to take them out and play with them. They are more like toys than responsibility. And most of the time we are so absorbed in making more money to buy more toys that we forget that they are persons too. Do we have to wonder why some children do not respect their parents? However, judgment comes on all generations for their life style, because, a few short years, and they will be able to enjoy the old folk’s lifestyle, I wonder how enjoyable it will be?