21 in solitude.



It's been an eventful uneventful year.

Things happened.

Things did not happen.

People come.

People go.

People disappoint.

People encourage.

Self-hate.

Self-love.

Self-confidence.

Diffidence.

I told myself to do a lot of things. And not do a lot of things. To focus on specific things. To stray away from specific things. I've always thought the more you do, the more you would experience. I'd like to think I've grown wiser. Who would've thought that I've come to learn that you can experience just as much not doing anything either. And not doing anything, is not a bad thing. Sometimes, for people like myself, it's the best thing in the entire world.

Inspiration comes. Nostalgia comes. Memories come.

I think it's good to explore outward as well. I just didn't know it's an experience on its own to be in solitude doing nothing. It is just as rejuvenating, just as thrilling, just as much fun surrounded by your own thoughts, your own existence. Just like how travelling expands what you think of the world, you'll come to see how much more beautiful the world is, in its tiny details — from the pace of your own breathing, to the buzzing sound of silence — everything little and big thing is so magnificent.


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