There is a notable difference between being alone and being lonely that is too often overlooked in our fast-paced, well-connected, western world. Being alone does not always correspond to being lonely, just like having company doesn’t always correspond to being happy and fulfilled. The very same activities that we participate in solo and are often perceived by the outside world as “depressing” can also turn out to be some of the most self-fulfilling and meaningful experiences we have. For, who better to share a good time with than ourselves?
Own the uncomfortable in-between where you experience the mélange of weird and wild. Play around in the lingering space that the world calls “loneliness.” Dance in your thoughts and make sure they don’t get too boring. Feel out the difference between your mind and everyone else’s and appreciate your inner-monologue as your longest standing friend.
Be alone, my dears. But never, ever, for as long as you live, be lonely." -Kirsten Chen, A Guide Being Alone Without Being Lonely (via bowsandhearts)
I write about the things that trouble me. I write about the things that disturb me, the things that won’t let me alone, the things that are eating slowly into my brain at three in the morning, the things that unbalance my world. Sometimes these are things I’ve said or done; sometimes they’re things I’ve heard about or seen. Sometimes they’re only sentences, sometimes scenes, sometimes complete narratives. I carry these things around inside my head until I’m compelled to write them down to get rid of them. I sit down and begin.
I know where I’m going: I’m going toward that troubling moment, the unforgivable statement, the irreversible act that has been gnawing at me. That’s what’s coming at the end of the story, and my task it to write my way to that moment in a way that it explains it completely to me. If I can set down these moments and make them whole within a context that explains the scene and characters whose behavior I can forgive, then the moments become comprehensible to me. When I understand them, they lose their power to disturb. Then the anxieties subside and let me sleep. I really write to free myself." -Roxana Robinson, “Writers [on Writing]” Collected Essays from THE NEW YORK TIMES (2001)