I would have expressed my opinion, as you might imagine. And so, when we awaken to the reality of being lonely, no matter how much love we have in our lives, we have the choice of seeing this lonely in a painful way, in an existential way or to see it as a life lesson. We may question the existence of God. We may doubt our self-worth. I am right about the world being a lonely place.
Life is lonely and that is simply that.
Painful but, for us, real. Many of us feel quite comfortable being uncomfortable. Uncomfortable has become for us a friend, one that we can always count on to be there for us. This friend bring us no joy, at least no joy in the outer world sense of that word. There is some joy, I suppose, in the continuation of misery.