Familiar Sublimity

 While it is true that we attract what we are, social contract dictates that we human gather for common interest. Be it food, sanctuary, comfort, working or even ideology. By the time this letter's written, this letter of admiration will somehow address such mystery hidden within the gulp of illiberal bonds that is social life.

No amount of justice will do the condemnation of loners and individualists (yes, plural) regarding the curse of being active socially. We are disappointed, disgusted, even put to an exhibit of humiliation and despair by mentally ill people, gathering in a cult that is social group (gang, brotherhood, association, union, you name it). We survive, we don't. We faked things in front of them, just to maintain distance before we get hurt. Somehow we choose these alternatives to prevent our demise, before we succumb into despair, loneliness, even oblivion (at times, the latter is not the most suitable way but proven to be possible). 

I do not see myself as someone who wants to be the center of a social group (I tried many years ago but I failed miserably). But I managed to prove myself as the man I wanted to be; someone thoughtful and wise. But that too, comes with price. I cannot see trivialities as a mean of courtesy and kind gesture anymore. Which sometimes, I would contradict myself by doing so. Then again, being someone like that, is a quality I could appreciate in a person. Despite my own disdain and disregard of social trivialities, it is okay to be socially active. I got myself an opportunity meeting one; and that person will never be mine, for now. I just want to keep this person close to me. If that's too much, this familiar sublimity will perish once the truth unveiled.