On a cold and snowy Wednesday afternoon I sat alone entertained by nothing more then the sound of my thoughts. Alone is an interesting place for me to be having not experienced the state of solitude in so great a time. I've found peace and happiness of a sufficient level surrounding myself with people and things, and now alone is foreign to me. The walls here are still white, the pictures still hung in their places, the clock on the wall still ticks with each second that comes and goes, but this room is now different and foreign, because I'm alone.
I've been many places and experienced far away lands and cultures. I've been to places where driving is done awkwardly on the wrong side of the road. I've been where the bare feet of little children have never experienced shoes. I've been to the top of mountains and to the bottom of the ocean floor, but never has a place been so foreign to my curious soul.
I find it relaxing to explore this new place. No judgements can be made by another, I am left alone to judge myself. Exploring the grandeur of past memories, and diving deep into the possibilities and opportunities that still lie ahead. The memories paint themselves on the walls of my mind flawlessly...they seem incredibly perfect, and although I know they are not, I accept them as they come. The future seems unavoidably bound for greatness, and again I accept it as such.
Interestingly real, I enjoy this place knowing that it will soon be gone. Deteremined to make more time to allow my mind to think and explore, I realize my short-lived moment of solitude is nearly over. There are many ways to enjoy this life in which I live, and being alone and entertained by the sound of my thoughts is one of them. It is one way to enjoy the Here and the Now.
