Solitude

 If you do not know yourself, you eventually lose yourself and who you are becomes the joy of the puppet master, to gladly pull the strings. Often times, I find myself questioning aspects of who I am because my parents failed to show me how to embrace my authenticity. The mockery of life is that to become accepted we must mask the real parts of us and immerse ourselves in roles that society applauds. That is why I treasure my solitude. It is nothing like being locked up in a room or running away from the world and ignoring everyone around me.

 In fact, the solitude I refer to is one where I retreat into myself and into my mind, to a safe space where my thoughts are protected and my desires are guarded, from the treachery of humankind. It is somewhere I escape to, even in the middle of a crowd, a place where no one can follow, a place where no one can stain with jealousy, greed, or envy.

In solitude, I reenergize , and then immerse brand new. Intuition grows from the time spent inward. The lens through which I see the world is wider, and I become accepting to the things I cannot change. Have you tried solitude? Trust me, it's beautiful over there.