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It's strange how we crave for isolation but disgust our loneliness.
Imagine this. How would you feel if you were changing the world but nobody knew?
Today, my loneliness could not embrace me. I kept looking for answers, for reasons for why I am how I am. Why I exist. What difference do I make.
I make no difference.
I want no one to help me. My own isolation guides me. I find little, sometimes no pleasure in blending with people. What do I do then? I work. I work some more. When I'm done, who's going to be the one to see what I've done? The people of course. The people I forgot about.
We all do this.
If you don't, you're one step ahead of me. If you do, you're still ahead of me, that is,if you haven’t lost your mind questioning your existence like I did.
How often have you not been able to explain your sorrow? The truth is, you can. You actually know the reason why you are in such a pain. Your life is purely doubtful. Your existence looks, or maybe it actually really is, absolutely meaningless for this universe.
You're the only person, the sole being, who can know your own sole value.
The first time I realized this, I laughed, a long scary laugh. Then I dropped down and cried for a while, grabbed and dragged myself to the mirror, then looked at the single being that will never, ever forget me. I walked back to the desk and finished the story that I had started. 
Release me when you think you should. I'm just like the others. I'm nothing, I'm still asleep.
When will death ever awaken me?

- अनुश्रुति अधिकारी (Anushruti Adhikari)



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