Loneliness | Fiction

When it is nobodies game, the great thing about life is move away.

If the past is haunting you, do not look into the past. Instead be in the present and then try to settle in for the future. Nobody writes each other's future and we only could be moving ahead in life with our bold motive ahead.

I have seen myself with my eyes people who were into the system of living where they didn’t have to look in the past. Of course, not everyone has to be servants of the conscience, life is barren there. Society cringes and it gets drier every day. Compassion becomes just the part of the life, we don’t get to see.

Living in an old cottage, a person (not mentioning due to privacy concern) seemed to be happy with his life. Maybe family is important , so as their support in all situation of one's living time. But there are quite a great deal of people who lacks such opportunity, even at sometimes it becomes a privilege.

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Because a thing becomes a privilege in the time when it is denied by the higher percentage of people in the society. We look at the part of industrialisation that has taken place and then modern life rolls into the urbanisation, we have deep concerns about productivity , quite well the industries also gave us a productive life too.

But what if productivity spoiled our own way of living and what actually the older society told us to keep as a value ? Where morality and ethics are tied into?

Naturally, we rear up the values and that consists of the society. The people around us are the gatekeepers who protect it and keep the system get going. But looking at the past, what we have seen is a ominous sign for the society and human being to a part of a world. But who cares for all ?

The person who was in the cottage and relying on his savings to buy medicine and foods, he is choiceless with the system of living. Being alone and secluded life gave him a new life and where he cant even see the dear face. Those faces dear to him lives apart and they are super busy.

At the dusk of life, looking at them and his fate at the empty cottage, he looks to the world and that they never showed true colours. He entered into such life without having a choice and in the end, the world is a whimsical place.