What is LONELINESS? For me, it is just the state of a human’s mind. We seldom feel we are lonely. Yes. But how long do we feel that? A few days? A few hours? Is that long enough? We have family, we have friends, and we have those people we love. We do not have so called pro-long LONELINESS. Once we are with our family, when we are surrounded by friends, we feel so loved and this LONELINESS is gone.
I love to go shooting alone. Especially when I go to those pagodas and temples, I want to spend time wisely. It is very cool and enchanted being under those religious shades. I even switch off my mobile phones during my shooting in these places. Surprised? Yes, after shooting, I sit, I stretch myself off and pray to Lord Buddha. I go every single corner of pagodas to make candid shots.
This man, I have come to know while I was shooting at one pagoda in Yangon. He was sitting at one corner and saw me making some shots through my lens. He was so curious and asked me what I was shooting. I showed him my camera LCD. He was so shocked and asked me, “Son, your equipment so good yea? You can see photo instantly, huh? Very nice thing. I have never seen such thing in my life.” Then we had a chat for some time. Sometimes, it’s relaxing to chat with such people. He is a retired army captain who is 82 years old. “I retired in 1990, son. I have no family, no relatives. So I spend my life here in this pagoda being a watchman, son. The pagoda trustees provide me food which is enough for me to survive. I need no money, son. But sometimes, I want family, I want friends and I want love. Without them, I feel quite boring and lonely, son.”
I wonder how long he is going to be lonely . . .
Have a nice weekend, my friend.
YE LWIN OO (MPS)
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
~ William Butler Yeats ~