“We often forget that things fade away and people can never be our everything because we’re all finite with limited minds and limited lifespans and limited abilities that wither slowly and just like books collect dust, we deteriorate with age or illness.
“[T]hat’s where the beauty of solitude comes in.”
-Nitin, “When the mountains whisper“
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This speaks to me today as I am more aware that my body is deteriorating. Facing surgery and down time – solitude will be a comfort to me as I take time to just sit and listen to music, read and be still.
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Man; I hate down time. 🙂
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I keep running so that the dust blows off… 😉
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Well *that* works! 🙂
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My mom was such a vibrant and active person for nearly her entire life. Even in her eighties, the first thing she’d say to me when I walked into a room was, “Do you feel like taking a walk?” I miss that so much. The last year of her life, she was a flicker of light, barely lit, and slept all the time. It’s hard to be too sad, knowing what a full life she lived.
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❤ Thanks, Pete. How lovely.
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The only thing finite about a person is their limits…
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Do you think so?
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Actually, that was kind of a null statement…
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I think the beauty of solitude should be realized long before age or illness. One should not be afraid of the silence of being alone. For me, those times are for soul-searching and rebooting.
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That’s beautiful.
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Sadly true. My body definitely was worn today. But I guess that’s the price you pay for memories.
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😦
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