It started with the first few lines of the first Shakespeare I ever read randomly coming into my head.
In sooth, I know not why I am so sad:It wearies me; you say it wearies you;But how I caught it, found it, or came by it,What stuff ’tis made of, whereof it is born,I am to learn;
“Existentialist philosophy views loneliness as essential to being human. Each of us comes into the world and eventually realizes that we are a separate person, alone. We travel through life alone and ultimately we die alone. Acknowledging and accepting this on a conscious level, and learning how to live our lives with some degree of grace and satisfaction is the human condition. Thus we all have some degree of existential loneliness.”
Thomas Wolfe called it the central piece of human existence.
Loneliness is the longing for connection.
Humanity created language, art, music and writing in part to try and get as close to connecting with one another as we can.