Just another girl on the internet, trying to learn new things every day. Check out my new personal blog at http://nanventures.ca!
See more
The issue at the root, essentially, is that we never learn the art of solitude.
It meant letting go of fear, pain, hatred and anger by being, as I was in my most silent moments, aware that I am a speck, but a significant speck, in the grand scheme of everything there ever was and ever will be.
We are all different. But we are all the same. I live, I love, I suffer, I desire, I hurt, I rise, I fall, I laugh, I cry. The pattern is different between you and me. But the experiences, the substance of being, is precisely the same.