Sin Of Solitude.

Beginning,to begin with the time when the time had just began. When a small mass of globular high energy molecules had become to much of its solitude. When it had to burst somewhere. Burst to give life to the beginning of the time. To the time, when time had just got to began.

 

Some might find it almost scientific,true to its form. Almost that it had all begun with a bang. But has anyone ever considered for it to be an energy that was being constituted even before the time was born? Do we? Should we?. Or was I some at the spurt of the moment "big bang".

 

Solitude has been present even before time has had a chance to cry its first cry. And it will be till the end of time. Its how we have evolved from being a single cell unit to the invincible machine man.

 

For some solitude is addictive. Needing a kick more stronger than the previous,no matter how high the dosage. They travel roads unknown,lands unseen,oceans so deep only for another kick of this narcotic which is undetectable with even thousands of forensic test. For others its a phase of life. An aura of trance. A happy place to be. Where no reality strikes. Where happy or comfortable are the same. Where withdrawal is almost life changing,threatening even.

 

Lets just take a minute to ask ourselves everyday, if we are really happy or just addicted to the comfort solitude has promised us of?