Loneliness is like this

Pure loneliness is like a pool of clear water, bland and melancholic. If memories are added, it becomes a jar of wine, rich and lingering. Loneliness and memories are inseparable; wherever there are memories, loneliness will inevitably creep in. The difference is that some loneliness is written on one's face, while some is locked in one's heart. For a long time, I often had the same dream: dreaming of school life, of former friends, and of those exam papers filled with crosses, then waking up with a start, only to feel a profound sense of loss. I tried to contact some childhood friends; I could still remember some, but most had been forgotten. I often doubted my memory; the more distant the memory, the clearer it seemed. Those past events etched in the corridors of memory are just dust to others, scattered by the wind. So I deleted phone numbers and stopped browsing my yearbook. But the memories still came as promised, and I could only let loneliness spread…
Can you imagine someone in this world with the same background, lifestyle, and thoughts as you? No, indeed. Even if similar, it would be difficult to find someone who possesses all three. But there is no such person! So, even if you tell him (or her) about your loneliness, will he understand? Maybe a little, but because he hasn't experienced what you've gone through, he won't think like you. So he can only tell you and comfort you with his own experiences and thoughts, but that often doesn't relieve much of your troubles. This is already the best way a friend can express themselves, at least much better than those who don't understand what you're muttering to and gossip behind your back about whether you're crazy. But that's all there is to it. If you're just talking to someone to confide in, does not talking mean you have to suffer loneliness alone? We often say that we should "listen to the voice in our hearts" from time to time. That voice in our hearts doesn't need to be spoken; it's a silent dialogue between the "small self" in reality and the "greater self" in ideals, yet it's also the most tacit communication. So when you're lonely, savor the voice in your heart like this, like slowly stroking a crumpled piece of paper. Gradually, the wrinkles become lighter and the picture becomes clearer until you can see the still winding and straight road!

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