In solitude, the mind wavers between peace and agony, a constant state of joy and self-loathing. Solitude breaks many a strong men and sets free many a silent women. It is a threshold of unending questions and answers beheld by fools. Insanity walks in solitude. In such a paradise a man finds who he truly is, and in such a hell a man breaks under the crushing acuteness of one’s self without others. Solitude’s torture is being forsaken by all who claim some part of thy heart. It is an agony that only solitude can bring.
I think we as people are too dependent on human contact. It's a crutch that we always have to fall back on. Sometimes you need to stand by yourself and be an individual. Sometimes you can't rely on your friends or you parents for guidance or help. Sometimes you need to just be in solitude to discover who you are. In solitude you have a chance to think about who you are without any influence. It makes you a person rather than a drone. We need to stand on our own two feet. We need the independence of struggle, of triumph or failure. Be an individual walk in solitude.
