“I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself.”
Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
Lodhi garden, India
From old visit.
I do not miss hanging out with friends but I really do crave some long walks around the city and enjoying my solitude.
I’m waiting to be struck by lightning on the road to Damascus..
“Why sing? Why paint or dance? Why write? What could be more useless? Why make time to be alone, when the device on which I’m typing sells itself as a means to banish solitude? In uselessness—in being in place in solitude—I am most present to what Chekhov called the “unceasing movement toward perfection”—my fundamental belonging to all that is.”
— Fenton Johnson, At the Center of All Beauty: Solitude and the Creative Life (W. W. Norton & Company, March 10, 2020)
Good things take time hence I shall wait.
\And they stay.
what more could i do???
Mary Oliver, New and Selected Poems, pp 44-46
I wonder when I will be able to see me in your eyes.
\I shall first find you close.