Moments of silence, moments of solitude.
Moments where one has to fight their own battles.
Alone.
No two person can feel or see the same as one person.
It isn't an act of isolation, or seclusion.
It is a personal experience of joy and misery which makes little sense sometimes.
Maybe even none as a personal battle can only bring meaning to one's own self.
Others can sing praises or say your little prayers but none can fight the battle for me.
"I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude." - Henry David.
When do we actually see the real side of every single one of us?
Many times in our lives we think we understand each other, or know each other, when in actual fact the truth tells otherwise.
Ever since we were born, or maybe when we start to have some understanding of this world, we conjure this mask to hide ourselves from reality.
The you and me we see, are they really what they seem to be?
What we show others are what we want others to see.
It is a persona we find appealing.
Be it a gentle demure lady, or a nice friendly guy.
We want others to view us as the above personas because we ourselves like them.
But we all know the only time we can let down our guard and express our true feelings and thoughts is when we are alone.
Where nobody is there to judge you.
Where nobody is there to criticise and insult you.
That is why amongst all our struggles with friendships, family, love
At the end of the day, we all find that the best friend in life is still undeniably solitude.
-Me-
Danny Wong
04.07.89
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