on being alone

Solitude--I find this word beautiful, literally and figuratively. And today, I am alone. But then, I don't have any regrets at all. I think it's perfectly normal for everyone to dream of having the own space, to just be yourself and feel and watch the world go by all by yourself.

I didn't wish to be alone intentionally. In fact, I was longing for a company. Yet maybe God intended it for me to set out without anyone, or else, I'd feel empty all day. I worked, "shopped" in various UK stalls, beautified myself for a special affair, got my own hair spa, and traveled to and fro Cebu until eleven in the evening by myself. I greeted out friends, met new people, listened to talks from strangers, and eaten without anyone I knew beside me.

Solitude, indeed, is a beautiful word for me. This makes my life more introspective now.