Sometimes, being alone feels like coming home to yourself. There's no one to judge, no one to interrupt the quiet rhythm of your own thoughts. The world outside can be loud, chaotic, even cruel, but in the stillness of solitude, there's a strange kind of safety. Loneliness isn't always empty it can be a sanctuary, a place where your mind untangles itself, where you breathe without apology. You start to notice the small things: the sunlight through the window, the hum of the refrigerator, the way your own heartbeat sounds when nothing else is competing for attention. And slowly, without even realizing it, the loneliness stops feeling like a punishment. It becomes a companion, steady and understanding, reminding you that peace isn't something you need to find outside it's been inside you all
