She was young then, only starting to discover the world around her. She couldn’t explain why solitude appealed so much to her, and yet to them it was something to avoid. She started to think that maybe they were right, maybe this was not normal, maybe she was weird. They seemed to enjoy the loud music and big crowds every minute of their day without the need to retreat. They made so much noise that it started to get to her. So, she decided to experience what it was like living their lives, indulge in their madness, dance and laugh with them.
A few minutes of that craziness once a week was all she would ever need. It was alright in the beginning, it was fun being out there and she felt like one of them. But with time she couldn’t keep up, it became too much for her. She felt lost and confused in the midst of the craziness. And so, she decided “As selfish as it sounded, she had to focus on herself. She kept trying to find happiness in other people, but realized it had to come from within her. Everyone wasn’t meant to understand her solitude and some felt slighted by her focus. Then again, misery loved company and she learned to love being alone”@ R. Solo
“Listen to silence, it has so much to say” Rumi. So, she made it a ritual; after a long day of mingling with the world she’d always retreat to her little corner to have a moment to herself. She would sit alone looking out her window; for hours in a day. Never thinking of anything in particular, her thoughts would flow in and out uninterrupted. She stopped explaining because nobody had understood her so far.
Those were sacred moments that she could not find with anyone else or anywhere else but by herself. There was a calmness in those times when it was just her and her thoughts and nature. It is in those times that she could hear God, her soul and the universe speak to her. She learned to silence the noise without and as the days went by she learned this is who she was. And she didn’t need any one to applaud or encourage. It was perfect, it was home and it was where she belonged.
“It is only alone, truly alone that one bursts apart, springs forth” Maria Isabel Barreno“.She ventured out on this path that she knew so little about. She opened up and embraced this new way of life that gave her so much meaning. The ghosts that use to scare her so much became her friends. She was more alive and vibrant because of those sacred moments. She blossomed into this lovely being because her soul was no longer in chains.
She learned to love her solitude because in it she was her best self. She had so much more to give to those around her because in her moment alone her heart had grown. She was more patient and tolerant because alone she had learned to deal with her demons. The noise in her head had gone quiet. She now could listen more because she learned to speak only when her words had more meaning than her silence. In solitude she learned to embrace not only who she was at the time, but everything and every part of who she was becoming.
“In solitude there is healing. Speak to your soul. Listen to your heart. Sometimes in the absence of noise we find the answers” Dodinsky
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