When I embrace the whole ocean with a look, I ask again seven million things… As many as the fast waves that earn the sand every minute.

I ask again: How can someone feel so alone, in the presence of the sea? Caressed by theconstant breeze? Filled by this rare perfume?...

How can I still feel alone, knowing that the arms of the invisible embrace me, that those who left are still there, and that all of us, without exception, are loved by someone, in some place, in some way?...

How can I still feel alone?...

Perhaps it is me who am isolatedofthe world, and that requires too much of people. Itmay be this…

Perhaps it is me who do not allow others to know my life, my dreams, my woes (and, realizing better, I think there is a bit of pride in it)…

Maybe it is me who seek loneliness, and it is not it that follows me, as I have always imagined…

Yes… Perhaps I need to talk more with people, show them I am interested in their lives… Listen more…

There have been times that I do not listen to anyone. An unknown reportingmundane events of the day; a colleague of workspeaking of the adventures of their children; my brother… Wow!... It has been a long time that I do not talk to my brother…

It is curious, because I remember that a few weeks ago, I heard a message of five minutes, in a radio program, which was talking exactly about that, about how people get isolated from each other, and how this is detrimental to the mental and physical health, since one is a consequence of the other – said the speaker.

A phrase comes clear to my memory: Who loves, does not feel lonely.

It is interesting, because I think I have always believed that to not feel alone it was necessary to be loved, and not to love.

He said, yet, that when we feel useful, and conclude that many depend on our dedication, our love, we also forget the loneliness.

Well… Maybe he was right, because I remember that, one of these days, I went to visit some relatives who I have not seen in a long time, and that visit made me so well!

We talked about common issues, such as television news, family (in fact I heard much more than I spoke, because they would not stop talking, you needed to see it!)

But, you know, I enjoyed listening… In the end, I left there with less tension, less concerned with the loneliness… I realized – I am not sure – a strange feeling between both, as if they were tired, bored, possibly a little bit sad…

I embraced my aunt (I remembered how much I like her!), and heard her with the eyes slightly moistened: We like you very much, you see! Come more often! It is not always that we receive visits!

She was right. We do not often receive visits, because it is not always that we visit the other, I believe…

In that evening, I saw that I could be useful in such little things, although very significant!... And that was drifting further the discouragement, the loneliness…

Inside the car, returning home, observing the life out there, between drops of a mild drizzle, I remember that these same questions emerged:

How can anyone feel alone, in the presence of so many people, so many lives! How many of those people are just waiting for a visit? And how many of them are willing to make one?

Spiritist Moment Team, based on the chapter How can someone
feel alone, in the presence of the sea, from the book O que as águas não
refletem, by Andrey Cechelero, edition of the author.
March 21.2013.