In this huge globalized world, how often are we left alone? How often do we criticize being lonely and secluded from the world?
I’ve recently learned how there’s nothing horrible or scary in enjoying a company with self, that it’s insanely ordinary to appreciate your own thoughts and very much necessary to be able to understand yourself.
How can I ever present myself to another without really understanding what I’m all about, how can I ever move forward if today isn’t resolved? I wonder as I lay in solitude, completely strayed in my thoughts of utter randomness, hours pass by as I’m idle but content, hours have gone by and I’m left lying there, only happier and wiser.