Over the years I've spent a lot of time alone. Some of it was forced upon me by circumstance, but most of my alone time has been by choice. I crave solitude. I crave open blocks of time with myself. I dare say that without my alone time, I might not be here. It is the time I spend alone that has saved me more than once from the fray of a busy existence. For it is in the quiet moments I spend with myself that I am most able to listen to the wishes of my heart. It is in that silence that the clarity comes; through the hope and the grief, the reflections and the plans, the connectedness and the separation, I come deeper and deeper into myself until I am once more able to share myself with the world.
Solitude is my savior and my best friend, my God and my lover. It is the one constant of life that we all share, for really, we are all alone. Even when in the company of others, we are alone. For our experience, our internal experience, is unique to us and cannot be conveyed accurately no matter how much we may talk, no matter how much art we create, no matter how long we may live on this planet. We are born alone. We die alone. And every moment in the middle, we are alone. May as well learn to treasure it.
The following video is from the Canadian poet, Tanya Davis. It is a beautiful testimony to being alone.