Solitude

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It's deafening. Debilitating.
The noise. The chaos. The world.
Too much to take. Too heavy to carry.

Time to get away.
Away from the commotion. The turbulence.
To escape. Somewhere isolated.

Quiet. Silent. Secluded.
Muted. Hidden. Deserted. Unguided.
Somewhere empty. Uninhabited.

There is solace in solitude.
Understanding.
A mirror staring back.
An autobiography waiting to be written.
A self-portrait yet to be created.

In being alone, you find a little bit of yourself.
Something uncovered but not yet discovered.
Perspective. Beauty. You.

So do not fear seclusion.
Do not dread desertion.
Embrace it. Thirst for it.

Yes, there is longing in being alone.
But long for it.
In solitude, you find contentment.
In solitude, you find comfort.
Not in others but in yourself.

Therefore, long for the silence.
Long for the calm.
Long for the stillness.
In solitude, you find yourself in being alone.