I've often wondered how most people do not explore the joy of solitude.for ever since i can remember,most pieces of literature that i've read,talk about solitude with a sense of hollowness.i'm not debating this representation of solitude;merely exploring the term.its amazing what a change in perception can do to our understanding of a term.the only catch being that most of us are blessed with an innate need to resist change.
to me,what follows logically is that by not experiencing these raptures of solitude we are holding ourselves back from knowing ourselves completely.antidiluvian as it may sound,ever tried waking up one morning and taking a long walk,going for a swim or even for that matter reading a book?and doing all this just for your own sake and nothing else?its like feeling the space of a stage before performimg on it......its something so personal that its almost impossible to put it down in words(a refuge for my crippled sense of writing).its the moment when you think-this is it-life's perfect!
now,to the very pertinent question-where is all this heading?frankly,its the simple fact that i see so many people around me spending their lives without actually experiencing the joy being with one's self.the purpose of this bit is to urge its readers to try and experience this wonderful feeling-to reach out to that solitary reaper who is blissfully happy in her own world.
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Solitude is like the unknown river deep inside, whose waters can only be experienced in the foolishness or wisdom of silence. A confabulation for our discordant experiences, it abridges the soul to the heart. An experience which if quoted would only blemish it ... let the solitary reaper harvest her/his fields of silence!
cheerz ...
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