Solitary Man it was a poem I remember we had to study sometime in school. I dont remember correctly, but it was something about a person walking alone to a place. I never thought such things really happen or rather people could really be alone, after all you have people all around you.
Past few days or months or years I've come to know things arent so colorful, as I thought once it was. Each single person is single. Let it be your Mom, Dad, sister, brother, they are all alone and of their own. Not sure if this kind of feelings have something to do with your age, coz I get to have strong feelings as years added. I always had someone to run to, or call up at a time of crisis, but recently i've felt this I dont have any. Or I dont actually go to ppl to tell my true feelings. Its not so like me to dig this all inside, but I dont give myself any other choice or rather I dont think I've got any other choice.
This all could sound so teenage-ish , but believe me this is totally different. This is true or this is the acceptance time for the truth.
Times I feel like the person in that poem, all alone walking up the hill and dont know what to expect at the top. The feeling is weird, all the time I try to make my solitary trip merry, happy, smiley, jolly good fella.... Its not so easy.
Its long way I know and I might not have reached even half , but still I am Tired. I just need to rest, feel the breeze of love, the smell of the happiness, the touch of peace.
and I just hope things go all back to old.... I find people to whom I can run to and i dont hesitate, whom I can speak the truth, people who understands the real me, I think I am sounding selfish. but then walking all the way alone anyone could be selfish. I am no different.
Is this why people tend to become selfish, the solitary walks or trips which happen in everyone s life.
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