Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Solitude.

Posted by Sunaina Patnaik at Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Oftentimes solitude fails at making conversations with us.
It lurks behind our backs hoping we'd notice it.
But as we move one from one phase of our life to the other, waltzing from moments of euphoria to awful times of melancholia, it wishes we spot its presence.
It sits along with us on a park bench, trying to lure us into its gifted world of beauty.
In the darkness, when we run and hide from the world, it tries to befriend us.
In the bright light, as we stroll in the sidewalks, with our hands in the pockets, it extends us its hand.
Too lost in the humdrum routines of the world, we never hold it back.  
But there comes a time when we meet solitude eye to eye, and there's no going back after that.
It showers us with meaningful conversations and beautiful introspections.
As we gather our thoughts and experiences, solitude makes us realize that the greatest company a man can ever have is his own mind.
And that, my friend, is when you truly understand you have earned a true friend in yourself.

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