The Art of Being Alone

you feel like you’re the only outsider. But here’s the kicker: solitude doesn’t mean loneliness.

Here’s a punch in the gut: being alone? It doesn’t make you pathetic. What's truly pathetic is believing you’ve been abandoned, left in the dust. Society has spoon-fed us this garbage idea that solitude equals loser status. News flash: it's utter BULLSHIT.
You gotta realize - you don’t need an army of friends to plaster all over Instagram to prove you’re worth a damn. The online world is just a mirage, man. It's all these perfectly framed snippets of life, which make

Being alone? It’s not a death sentence. It’s a damn privilege. You’re hanging with the coolest person: yourself

enture.
To quote Taylor Swift (yes, I’m going there),
“the scary thing is, you’re on your own now. But the cool thing is, you’re on your own now.”

I felt like I was under some imaginary spotlight. Every giggle, every whisper, every look felt like a judgment. Even when no one gave a damn.

Who the hell needs critics when you’re your own harshest one?

the greatest ideas, the most profound thoughts, they all spark in solitude.

“You'll stop worrying what others think about you when you realize how seldom they do.”

Our dreams get buried under 'what will they think.'

The idea of being the odd one out, the misfit, is scarier than any ghost story.