It would take a resilient soul to live 'happily ever after' in a world of solitude. Because the geography of solitude is often linked to one of regret and hidden ambitions, that world often becomes discoloured and devoid of tangible moments. Happiness in such a place can only come to those with rose-tinted glasses and scented daffodils.
And it is funny, and highly idiosyncratic that it is not the need and desire that is lacking. The missing piece lies in shattered remains of what I cannot seem to put my finger on.
And if it is true, that 'the surest home is pointless' then I wonder, what is the point of it all. The choice of taking the pathless path is scattered with more questions than answers.
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