When Solitude Becomes My Strength....

Some days feel heavier than others, not because of problems, but because of the noise around us. Today my mind chose silence. A kind of solitude that doesn’t feel lonely, but freeing. Sometimes all of us need a small break, yet most of the time we fail to take even a minute for ourselves. Life keeps pulling us in many directions, and we keep running without noticing what we are losing along the way.

Last month, I taught a poem its title slips from my memory now but one moment from it stays with me. A tiny sparrow came near the poet, trying to draw his attention. He was busy, too focused on his work. The sparrow, disappointed, flew away. Only after it left did the poet realise what he had missed. He waited for it to return, but it never came. That small scene hit me today. We all have our own commitments, plans, dreams. We chase them believing that one day, with effort and a little mercy from the universe, everything will fall into place. But sometimes, while running behind everything, we forget to live.

I don’t want that to happen to me. I want to stay true to who I am. Don’t try to change me to suit your comfort it hurts more than you think. Let me grow in my own rhythm. I am not alone, I have myself, and that is enough for now. All I need at this moment is to stand still for a while, breathe deeply, smile without reason, and simply exist.

Solitude is not emptiness. It is a reminder that I am allowed to pause, to restore, to listen to my own heart. And today, I choose exactly that.

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