Should one fear being alone?
One is born alone. In the dark cave of the womb starts the journey of being alone. One is alone as infant before its socialising starts. The smiles, crying, pranks they all become a medium to attract others. Listening, differentiating repeated sounds from a medley of sounds, making sounds, liking of sounds by others, forming relationships of sounds with objects and finally through, repetition, response and reward starts the learning of language. Language leads to verbal and written communication – an instrument of socialising.
Becoming social has its own rewards and punishment. You are not only to be social but you need to be accepted, recognised, LIKED ( People count and hanker for likes of Facebook and Twitter).
The struggle of recognition gradually tinkers on the innocence that came from the womb. The need of acceptance and recognition brings the feelings of insecurity. The perpetual want of position and recognition, changes the innocent baby to a human being who is diplomatic, jealous and capable of telling lies. Besides desire of being recognised, now there are so many more things on the mind – money, power, sensual cravings and social responsibilities. One forgets how to be alone. Even when one is alone, mind is harping on the thoughts of, praise and blame, merit and demerit generated out of the ego and the personal perception, coloured with ones social and circumstantial conditioning. In the every day humdrum, you are hurt, angered, dislike something, ambitions are thwarted, all these create a web of thoughts that entangle you day and night. Thus you are never alone.
And life goes on as the story of two birds on a tree, in Mundaka Upanishad,(third Mundaka,first section,)‘dvā suparṇā sayujā’ one bird jumps from branch to branch eating the bitter and sweet fruits but the other simply looks on without eating, sitting on the top branch. While eating bitter and sweet fruits, when the fruit is bitter, it looks up, at the other bird sitting calmly, and again goes back to flying from one branch to the other tasting bitter and sweet fruits. But then sometimes the fruit is too bitter, an irrevocable loss that drowns one in sorrow, then it looks up again at the calm, luminous, golden bird and slowly starts going up towards it. Both exist together as the reflection and the original and finally the first bird merges into the Luminous one and realises there is no second one it is one only, the self.
It is one only.
Proper knowledge is equal vision, or perception of the one Atman in all. It is a journey from alone back to the self alone, which exists in all.