Loneliness

Loneliness is such a cliché that one wears it like armour, sharpened, shiny? Or is it simply a fault in our makeup? You were manufactured with a loose wire, a missing screw? To be alone is to admit defeat? Diminished in character, low self, absent ego? One or one hundred friends, does it make any difference? I don’t know. I just noticed that when I’m present in a moment of kindness, a moment of love… I forget I was born alone, at that hour just before dawn. 

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OCTOBER 2018


Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm, the blogger, poet, and translator, was born in 1971 in Phu Nhuan, Saigon, Vietnam. The pharmacist currently lives and works in Western Sydney, Australia.

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9 comments

  1. “I forget I was born alone, at an hour just before dawn”

    this reads like a journal entry, quickly jotted, yet perfectly capturing the warring mind of a quiet soul. it reminds me of a concert Alicia Keys held, called “songs I wish I’d written.” this is a line I wish I’d written. appreciate the share!

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  2. Being ‘present in a moment of kindness’ is to collapse the illusory distinction between “self” and “other”. In a moment of loneliness, that which is aware of the loneliness is not lonely, but is the unity of all shared being (including the countless other “selves” also feeling lonely).

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  3. When we are born, two people are involved, the mom and the baby born, but we die alone. Only we die. Cheers, and best wishes,

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