Standing on a deserted beach
I was pondering on a question.
Why am I alone staring at the gentle sea?
A voice; coming in from nowhere replied:

You are fortunate, said my guardian angel.
Aloneness is given to you, not for digging your past
Nor to resent all those who trampled on your dreams.
It is for gazing at the distant shores awaiting your footprints.

You ought to know, after each night of life comes a morning;
With the Sunrise that follows the setting of the stars;
Pushing the darkness out to paint a new dawn,
For you to meditate and to open your inner eye.

Aloneness is yours, not for weeping for things you have lost
It is for you to seek a new horizon in the days, not yet born.
It is for using each and all of your losses and gains; like a bricklayer,
Build that success mansion in the sky; one brick at a time.