Sometimes I love going to the forest. Not in order to run away, but in order to discover myself. I sit there and I gather silence and peace. I enjoy the century old trees and I think with how much pain, tears, disappointment and desperation are soaked their roots. How many hopeless screams and cries are soaked in their stalks. And they are still standing their looking magnificent and lustrous. They keep the secrets of thousands human souls. They become a true companion of every solitary…. Who came to discover his own self.
Today the forest was my home. Today the century old trees scattered my thoughts, the wind cuddled my exhausted body, and the song of the birds hugged the scars on my heart.
I like the solitude… but not in the meaning of rendering pain and the oppressive squeezing of the four walls, when your soul is feeling in captivity of the silence.
I like the solitude in the meaning of secluding oneself. The moments when you dare to look inside yourself and dig deeper… to reveal your endless potential. The seclusion of yourself is the moment of self- realization.
The moment, when you are forced to stop running away from yourself, filling your time with superficial conversations, fake compliments, actions, which help you sink in oblivion and alienate from yourself…. You are forced to turn to yourself and see what you have; to meet each one of your weaknesses- to make friends with it, get to know it, experience it and then overcome it; to rearrange each one of your strengths and place it where it belongs; where it Is not just standing as a trophy reminding about its existence, but somewhere, where it can realize its potential.
Secluding oneself is the moment, when you invite yourself to a date… so you can be honest with each other and say everything in the eyes- without fakeness, without shame, without condescension.
The moment when you get the opportunity to give yourself everything, that the world took away from you… to experience each emotion, in its biggest depth- without being afraid that somebody is gonna take advantage of your naked soul or that somebody is gonna make fun of your childish naivety and utopic imagination about the world.
Secluding yourself is a whole another world… where it is just you and everything that is present, everything, that takes place is a reflection of your own essence.
Secluding yourself is the only way to get to know yourself, because only then you are real.
Because when you are surrounded by people, your personality is being reshaped according to their expectations, understandings, their words or actions.
And how could you get to know somebody who has so many faces?… somebody who is constantly changing his essence with every drop of time that is measuring our lives…
Secluding yourself is the only way to discover yourself, and stay away from losing your own self in the crowd… the only way to discover the security in the constant of your own presence.
…the only way to discover freedom, through the belief in your own abilities.
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