Book: 188 days and nights

I don't know anyone who at least once was not frightened of his own loneliness or his prospects. Perception of life alone. No matter how the man was alone, on their own, due to accident or whim of fate. While the first gives strength to a rethinking of biography, her sisters accident and fate and doom most people to suffering. We are particularly afraid of loneliness, considered as a kind of retribution for sins. Most often imaginary. You're single because you're very hard, you are one because you have too high demands, we are alone, because you don't dress up fashion. We hear it from morning till evening. And all the more afraid of lonely days and quiet evening hours. The silence of loneliness. And from fear of him doing everything as quickly as possible to find the other half of his soul and body. When necessary, break its own character, expectations reduce to a minimum, give the last penny for a fashionable thing. If only to be alone. And chase away thoughts that in the last moments of life each of us will still be alone.
We will not delay, make a list of the individuals and events that can save us from loneliness. Fear of one pillow in the bedroom in front of the only a Cup of coffee and the fate of an unwanted spinster, rejected by the mistress of the abandoned wife drives us to action. Speed-Dating and quick marriages. So we tighten this struggle that sometimes silence alone seems better than silence alone. To a greater extent this applies to women. They agree, and take down everything, if only it was for someone to cook soup. Demanding nothing in return, having no ambition, no dream of a better and more decent life, drowning out the sobs of his own "I". Most importantly, that they are not alone. But in life there is a place for joy. It happens, and when least expect that the loneliness is already not a burden, and becomes a deliverance, and then we put an equal sign between loneliness and freedom. Freedom of feelings, thoughts, desires, and ambitions. I don't know anyone who didn't have them.
Therefore, when we happen to be in solitude, though not by choice, but it depends on us how we will use this unexpected gift of fate. Close before him hearts and minds or understand that it is a hostile creature who seems alone, appeared in our life not by chance but for a reason. Philosophers believe that it is the only proof of our existence. Thanks to him, we comfort the soul and fed by her most beautiful, important, and best that is in us. Insistence to itself, the desire to become better and better. And when we reach this perfection, we will become uninteresting alone and it will go look for someone who can't hide the fear in his eyes in front of him. For a little while.