I look around myself. Hey, where have they all gone? The friends, the people who could bring a smile or even a tear to my eye, Nothing remains but an ache and an eternal yearning in the soul. Age is weird. So many billions of years behind you and so many billions ahead, with an interruption of how long? half a century, one century? Things don't make any sense, same as in a meaningless charade.
First I learned there are other loners out there. Then I learned there are people out there who care. People who actually seem to be concerned about you. And all the time I had assumed a sort of worthlessness which now seems to be, well, rather disproportionate. Sure, I knew there are nice people in this world. I never knew there were great people. Ok, I am not talking about GREAT people, you know. I am talking about the ordinary people with the spark of greatness in them. What can be greater than caring about a fellow human being whom you don't even know.
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