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I spend a lot of time in solitude.
The purity I find in those precious moments of being with myself is something Iâve never found anywhere else.
Sometimes I lie on the grass beneath the shade of the trees, gazing up at the sky.
On other days, I walk along the rice fields,and maybe it sounds funny, but I listen to the frogs.
Sometimes, I talk to myselfânot with words, but with thoughts that pass through my mind like a gentle breeze.
In those moments, it feels like everything gains meaning in the silence.
Within this solitude, thereâs no sadness, no noise⊠only a quiet kind of peace that canât be found anywhere else.
And in these simple moments, I find myselfâagain and again.
Sometimes I think solitude is a gift life gives us, to help us reconcile with ourselves.
Not to distance us from others, but to bring us closer to that inner voice that often gets lost in the worldâs noise.
In this stillness, even the simplest things begin to hold meaning.
Everything is calm⊠and yet within that silence, a whole world of feeling and unspoken words flows through.
And maybe itâs in moments like these,effortless and quiet,that we truly return to ourselvesâŠ
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