Lonely people in gigantic tribes

While I never understood my dad - and I highly doubt I will ever do - it kind of gave me a wake up call. It reminded me of the truth I wanted to forget: when we go to sleep at the end of the day, we face it all alone. No matter how alone or surrounded we are, we close our eyes and then it's just us. Alone. Us facing life, reality, and most importantly, ourselves. Our fears.

For years, I knew that very well, and I was accepting it by embrassing my individuality to its extreme. For years, I rejected all the "collective culture" and its bullshit. I knew very well that being part of a community, that the sense of belonging we want to desperately create is some sort of failed leftover from our ancient sense of survival. In other words, we are alone, lonely people living in gigantic tribes. So, wake up from the lies you build around you... And remember, you are a lonely soul scared of facing your reality.