Solitude

I enjoy the days of pure solitude. I believe I enjoy this more than the average person. I enjoy simply being alone, enjoying the moment, a cup of coffee and maybe a good book. I do not desire to be at a loud frat party. It is that I am at my senior year of college? possibly that may be the extending reason but I found myself always being most happiest in solitude. They say it is human nature to want to interact. Socialize to the furthest possible point. I have never felt this desire, but am I not human?

The picture above, I admire her, just walking in a field, enjoying the moment. You may disagree and say the picture looks intense, sad, and depressing even. In this picture I find solace and comfort. I have noticed that in between the midst of chaos that is school, work, and family pressure, I found myself dreaming of a place so far from humanity.

Poet John Donne stated "No man is an island" but I am an island. I am completely self-satisfying, sufficient, and alive without the contact of others. If desire one day to allow access to others into my soul it will only be in a form of a peninsula. Slightly still on my own, finding quiet satisfaction, without too much attention to the larger force of humanity. I hope to find on day someone who can understand this, someone who knows I am not ignoring them but simply finding my inner peace. I have yet to meet someone who does not mind my selfishness.

Humanity is rough, cruel, violent. I have learned that without the bad you may never know good, without hate you will never know love. If I continue to be an island, I will continue to not let others in, will one day I find this unbearable? I am not sure. As in the moment I am happy, single, alone, and simply in my own space.