How many people would enjoy with being alone on the deserted mountains that have nothing apart from ice and rock, with getting lost alone all day without a compass, with shouting in the sky without no one hearing, with crying without no one near?
Happiness that can’t be written in vocabulary. Happiness that seems to be like selfishness…because you are the only one who feel it from your own heart.
How many people who would understand that pleasure?
Because some people fear to be alone…fear of loneliness, of emptiness, of being no friends, of if the other wouldn’t listen, of their jokes wouldn’t be sold, of if their knowledge and experience would be lower than the others…
So they like to be in the groups…to hide themselves from fear…
Fear of themselves.
Excerpt from Big Foot book, 2012