Amongst other things, we grew up learning that man is a social animal; or that’s what our social studies and moral science teachers told us, once upon a time in school. But as we and our thinking faculties grew (at least that’s what we’d like to believe, don’t we?), I for one, don’t think this is true in the ‘true sense‘.
Yes, man enjoys the company of others of his kind best, especially when it is more than just thoughts that are similar. He loves catching up with friends and spending time with his family. But at some point, I think, each one of us is alone; we are meant to be that way.
Joys or sorrows, one can only make an attempt to share it and believe that it makes a difference to those it’s shared with, but deep down we know that it can never matter to anybody as it matters to us. Isn’t this more pronounced when it is one’s troubles one has to share? How can words or situations that hurt you deep, hurt your compassionate listener in the same way, when he/she isn’t in the same situation, is not facing the same troubles, doesn’t even know the people you know and are dealing with?
As Wordsworth says in his poem ‘The Solitary Reaper’…
Will no one tell me what she sings? –
Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
For old, unhappy, far-off things,
And battles long ago;
Or is it some more humble lay,
Familiar matter of to-day?
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,
That has been, and may be again?
All of us would love to be told, to know and feel like our loved ones do… but realistically, is it possible? One can always make one’s best efforts, but these efforts will always fall short.
So does this mean that essentially we are all meant to be solitary beings?