Yet to be satisfied

Why are people so lonely these days. It's true, and those who deny it, deny themselves. Harsh, isn't it.. but very true. Our lives are lived in quiet, or our lives are lived with a stillness that we can't quite describe.

Some would call it boredom, others call it restlessness.. still more call it.. nothing. Because nothing it is. We all long or have longed for someone. A person who makes us smile. Not just the smile of recognition, but a smile of salvation. A smile that tells us.. "I'm not alone, I'm not in this often farcical life, alone."

Yet with that knowledge, we misuse that urge. That driving impulse, that drive that pushes us to seek out, and obtain, that which will give us peace. That which will be the salve that soothes our aches, mends our hearts from past misfortune. That which tells us, because it speaks to that child. That child that resides in either a meadow, sun-filled and joyous. Or in a room, poorly lit and foreboding. Each child speaks to us. Tells us of its greatest need, and its most fervent desire.

But what we crave, can lead us to greed, and that greed can lead us to excess. And when you have more than you need, you no longer have need. You wallow in overindulgence. You gorge yourself on the surplus, and delight in it. What began as a simple, unwavering need, has become a drug, a deeper craving. A craving that can neither be sated or quenched, and in the wanting, overcomes that which created the need.

We all stand in vanity, whether rejoicing or recoiling, we stand in it's reflective glory and stand in awe. I'm condemned of this. I stand duly charged and doubly guilty. I've stood in the poorly lit room, arms outstretched and grasping. Longing to be both held and loved. And have fallen to its addiction. No more saint than sinner. No more palmer than priest. I am human.

So why are people so lonely... I don't think that we're lonely, I think we've yet to be satisfied.