SOLITUDE

SOLITUDE

I don’t remember the name of the author of one interesting poem that runs like this:
“I had a little tea party,
This afternoon, at three.
It was very small, three guests in all…
Just I, myself and me.
Myself ate all the sandwiches
And I drunk all the tea;
It was also I who cut the pie
And passed the cake to me”.

When one is alone he turns sentimental and poetic. Sometimes he resorts to building castles in the air or attending to an imaginary party. Psychologists say it is normal. Similar experience visited me for about a week when all my helpers left for different valid reasons.

While walking around doing my routine slow-jogging exercise someone curiously asked who lives with me at home. I replied in jest that I have my echo, my shadow and me. Being in solitude affects people differently. Many succumb to depression while there are those who simply feel suicidal.

My own experience taught me several lessons but I never felt lonely at all time. Why should I be lonely when it was the best time for me to make an inventory of my life? It was also a moment for me to enjoy complete freedom… in thought in words and in deed. I found it quite intriguing, challenging and enjoyable. I happily scanned the deepest recesses of my memory to as far back in the fast as my subconscious mind could allow to as far forward in the future as my superego actually brought me.

It was awesome and immensely enjoyable to be all by myself without anybody to object or interrupt my thinking mechanism. It was celestial to realize how magnificent I have been all my life.

I have all the reasons to celebrate. It was greatly fulfilling to do things for myself without being a slave to anyone. I have lived my life fully. No regrets at all. I came to the world alone and there is no practical reason why I cannot leave the same world alone. I can always bring with me, myself, my echo, my shadow and me.

But meantime I am still willing to enjoy all the good things that this kind world can offer with all the good people I know.