In a Wonderful Way

One of my friend once wrote:

I am lonely in a wonderful way. There are a lot of people around me. They have decided just to exist until they die. They laugh about things that aren’t funny, just to laugh, because nothing in their miserable existents gives them a real reason to laugh, to be happy. They tell the same story over and over, because they have no new stories to tell. They talk just to hear their own voice, not because they have something to say. I will never be one of them. I am lonely in a wonderful way.