Mr Lonely

The number of lonely people, I've observed of late, does frighten me.

Modernity has spurred advancement in all fields of life, cyclically in a predatorious relationship that feeds of itself. Progress breeds more progress as modernity creates opportunities for development that further defines modernity. But what is morbidly uncanny is the fact that the more we own, the less we truly have ...

SPGs desperately trying to hook caucasian males who are equally lonely; men, women, children alike seek company on the internet via IRC channels and MSN chat boxes; single men and women crave company and seek, delusionally, the other half. Online, in the papers, on the television, on the radio, programmes for finding the perfect match become commonplace ...

Yet beneath it all, these are symptomatic of an illness modernity has bred - loneliness. We have so much, yet why are we lonely? We seek solace, we seek meaning and yet is there truly any? Is there supposed to be meaning in life? Or are we trying to delude ourselves to find some purpose here for an otherwise purposeless existence? Some find it in loving someone else; others find it in God and religion; others in their work ...

I've tried all - nothing seems to last.