It is the appeal of stolen, serene moments during unhuman, late-night hours; in this solitude I rediscover fragments of me, that I'd anxiously been losing.
Insomnia, although nefarious, provides these opportunities for introspection, where I've learned to love the silence, that is as melodious as violins.
Here, amidst all of the violent stimuli that I'd ignored, I reflect on the many lessons through which I've been transformed.
I've learned to bite my tongue and eat my acid words; without this realization, my loved ones would have all flown away like frightened birds.
My growth has come through counting blessings; gratitude keeps me grounded. It was in these cathartic sessions, I lost my attachment to material possessions.
Alone time needn't feel lonely, it recentres our soul, reminding us to keep evolving, for it's the secret to becoming whole.
Comments