Old man in the old hostel

This Linen Hostel is old enough that everything in the house seems have a long history. There also lives an old man. Well he is not that old but old enough to be called an old man. He told me that he stays in Ireland for six months in summer here then goes back to New Zealand when summer goes there. Thank goodness to the round globe that he can always has summer, well at least no need to go through winters. 

It seems he is quite lonely although I know nothing about him at all. He tries to approach me whenever I am in the hostel. It is true that I am traveling alone but it doesn't mean I need someone to talk to. I'd like to talk to some wise people, but definitely not to the one who just need someone to talk to. 

I remember I had strong urges to talk to someone a few years ago. With years went by, apparently I have become quieter. The need to get someone to share my life gets weaker somehow. I wonder if I would be in the condition like this old man when I am in his age though-desperately needed someone to talk to. 

Perhaps I don't need to worry about this issue as I might die a lot earlier. Anyhow, he reminds me that one should really develop one's personal interests and keep it up forever. We cannot always get someone when we are in need but we always find something we need. In my own case, a book, or a pen with a piece of paper I can leave the whole world alone.