Much that may one day be possible can already be prepared by the solitary individual, and built with his own hands which make fewer mistakes. Therefore love your solitude and bear the pain of it without self-pity. The distance you feel from those around you should trouble you no more than your distance from the farthest stars. be glad that you are growing, and realize that you cannot take anyone with you: be gentle with those who stay behind. Be confident and calm before them, and don’t torment them with your doubts or distress them with your ambitions which they wouldn’t be able to comprehend. Find in a true and simple way what you have in common with them, which does not need to change when you yourself change and change again. When you see them, love life in a from that is not your own, and be kind to all the people who are afraid of their aloneness”
Love the Solitude.
Worpswede, July 16, 1903
Letters to a young poet
It’s cool, chilly even, this Sunday morning in Virginia. I love that it’s gently raining outside and I can meditate on these words as I walk in the rain alone.
Special Note: A friend of mine saw this post and deduced from it that I was perhaps lonely and/or depressed. I told him “Au contraire, mon ami”. I am neither. Why is is that when you’re glad to be alone people think that you’re depressed? I love my true friends and family but I cherish my time alone. Walking in the rain, alone, on any day is like heaven to me. Y’all better learn to love your own company. That’s what’s wrong with the world today. The majority of folks are scared to be alone. Now that’s depressing.