I keep thinking most of the times as to how I could have done or achieved some of the things in my life.

The whole point is when you have aimed something for yourself, thinking what you are going to do and you share your hopes, dreams and aspirations with people close to you – you sometimes don’t get the encouragement you could have expected.

It hurts a bit.

The possibility is that they were being practical and you were being hopeful.

And you still don’t feel better. Because you are hopeful of a different answer.

Solitude makes you ponder over everything – your life so far and what you want to be.

And that is the moment of redemption.

Your own solitude becomes your own teacher.

The steps from there are hence forward. It allows you to nurture yourselves. When you know you are your own plant and you are your own water, your solitude becomes the power that you never knew you had.

If you look at the world around, most of success stories of the world start from the first step of solitude.

That crevice is a bad place to be honest. It is dingy. It is desolate. It is desperate.

I, too, was in one such place. A bad place. That place was in my head. I couldn’t share to anyone and neither could I bring myself to address it.

But it was consuming me.

Lack of the accelerant, made me restart my own engine.

And from there, it was a slow yet a meaningful trundle in the right direction.

I got a great job, I published my 1st book, I learnt many crafts that I wanted to as a child. Fulfilled them all.

And looking back, sometimes I shiver wondering how I could have done that.

But now, I feel I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.