My Journey With Solitude - By Diti

My journey with solitude started with isolation. Years of childhood spent in a nook alone, every now and then being left out and assuming the role of a bystander. And I bear in mind how this loneliness used to pinch me. Again and again as I desperately tried to hold on to a friend, running away from being left in an empty room with myself. To say it became incommodious wouldn’t be wrong. Years passed and I grew up within side the presence I name my own. People came and left, life kept passing by, and by then I released the only constant in my life may simply be me.

Loneliness soon became an old friend, from seeking to run far from it, I commenced to embody it. It helped me discover layers that I didn’t even know existed within me. As days surpassed I became so akin to myself that my presence became gratifying to me, the lone had become my treasured place, my valuable escape.

The best and the worst thing about solitude is that you only have to face yourself. It’s your denial against your reality, your flaws against your pride and your fear against your freedom. For you can't deny the darkness inside whilst darkness is all you notice around, and this paves manner for acceptance.

And irrespective of how awful lot you enjoy solitude, there would be times you’ll feel lonely. As one can only handle peace for so long. To flip inside and find your self, is exciting. The solace you locate in your self isn’t some thing you could locate outside. And even then, after spending ample of times in solitude, you may never know yourself fully because the ocean of our existence is far too deep to be conquered within a lifetime of solitude. And perhaps this is why human beings run after it, after solitude. The eerie of thriller and peace binding us to it. And yet, when one achieves solitude, one tends to feel alone.

And I often wonder if all solitude is, after all, loneliness. But perhaps that’s the irony of it, the irony of solitude. For in order to accept a rose, you need to accept the prickling thorns too. And isn’t that splendours!