The Joys & Perils of Solitude

The lone wolf in the pack, a term that I sometimes take pride. It was surely not a free choice, it was a necessary coping mechanism. In the past, I used to pity on my situation. But as time goes by, I started to embrace it. I must admit that it allowed me to move according to my whims. For many people, solitude is a reserved situation meant only to be exercised when necessary. It’s never the typical. Humans are by nature, social beings. Home sequestration is only a step away from solitude, and it’s currently being challenging for many people. I doubt solitude will ever the norm in the foreseeable future.

Solitude and stoicism are a dangerous combination, a trait only seen among hermits and such will surely not cope with today’s world. Solitude and melancholia are even more life-threatening, it already claimed a life. But solitude and emptiness are the most daunting combination, it basically asks the raison d’etre of solitude, posing a classic chicken-and-egg question.

But it’s not solitude that is the problem, it’s the societal view that solitude is to be avoided.

Solitude is our only option, when the immediate social context around us doesn’t fit or don’t accommodate at the very least. It frees us from the prying eyes. It frees us from the societal demands that we have to act in a particular way.

Remember that not all people persons are not without grudges and all in solitude are lacking in peace.