And, its surfacing a poignant feeling of being alone, and strangely satisfying. A weird combination of needing and wanting social and intimate connection, and yet craving space and rest. I think this is #solitude: the beauty of being alone, and yet not feeling lonely
A man can be himself only so long as he is alone, and if he does not love solitude, he will not love freedom, for it is only when he is alone that he is really free.
So i’m allowing myself to sit with this strange-yet-familiar mood; of want and avoidance, of need yet aversion.
May today allow me to better learn how to be by myself. For even if the world forsakes me, I am never truly alone if I have myself.