Living in Solitude

Chester Bennington, the renowned lead vocalist of Linkin Park, whose voice held heavenly tones, one day took that very voice and silenced it forever with a noose around his neck, choosing sudden suicide.

Van Gogh, whose brushstrokes gave birth to masterpieces like The Starry Night, that same man one day turned a gun on himself and granted himself release.

Marilyn Monroe. This gifted actress had captured the hearts of the world with her acting prowess, yet Monroe herself could no longer bear the endless performance she put on with herself. Through days of overdosing on sleeping pills, she too one day murdered herself.

All three of these individuals were profoundly alone in their personal lives. Even amid a world teeming with people, they were terrifyingly isolated.

Among the few things that humans fear most deeply, loneliness stands above all others.

As the world's population grows ever larger, the number of lonely souls increases at the same rate.

While humans can survive with almost anything, they simply cannot live properly with loneliness.

Loneliness doesn't mean a lack of people around you. When I am lonely, it means I exist, but there is no one who understands me. When I am lonely, it means everyone can see everything about me, except no one can quite grasp the bleeding of my heart. When I am lonely, it means that while I can accept everyone else, no one can accept me exactly as I am.

When someone who spends all day laughing heartily, practically rolling with laughter around others, cannot even rest their head on someone's shoulder for a moment's cry—that state of mind is called loneliness. When someone cannot show anyone the deep wounds hidden on the other side of abundant success and dazzling luxurious life, the tear-inducing poverty that lies beneath—then that person is lonely.

In my view, loneliness is this world's most terrible disease, one that doesn't heal properly even when companionship is found. Like an undetected cancer, it gradually attacks the areas around the brain bit by bit, until one day, to escape loneliness, a person chooses the path to the other side of this great world.

Physical wounds heal with medicine, but for those parts of the mind that invisible loneliness is gradually consuming, there is no remedy, no antidote.

This is why some people, despite having homes full of loved ones, banks full of wealth, and minds full of talent, choose death to find release from loneliness.

This experience of living in loneliness is more terrifying than death itself!