“The human race is a monotonous affair. Most people spend the greatest part of their time working in order to live, and what little freedom remains so fills them with fear that they seek out any and every means to be rid of it.”
-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
I am reminded of one of the first blog posts I ever read. The gentleman who wrote it goes on to explain the difference between loneliness and solitude. His conclusion being that we are unable to tell the difference between the two.
So afraid we are of loneliness that we cannot find the simple joys in solitude.
I am unemployed though reasons I will not rant about now. While putting off finding a job, I have much more free time than I know what to do with. Much of this time I have spent in the company of myself and have come to realize how great a gift to myself my solitude is.
I went to the art gallery. Walked through the trees, admired the building, lay in the grass. I wandered to the adjacent park and watched the dogs tug their owners about, pleased for one of the few days of warm weather we’ve managed in this May of Buffalo.
I thought about things, and I thought about nothing. I relished the sun, the fresh air, the scent of growing things and life. I spoke not a word. For six hours I enjoyed the silence of my own voice.
Solitude has been a balm to soothe the wrongs that have befallen me recently. I didn’t realize just how lonely I had been for my own company.
To Johann Wolfgang von Goethe; I will say that yes, life is a monotonous affair. But it is not fear of freedom that forces people to run about like ants filling every spare minute. It is fear of loneliness that brings that need.
And to kjsquirrel, thank you for the thought.