Someone once asked me, ‘how can we be with anyone, if we don’t know know how to be with ourselves?’ It is an interesting question. Have you thought of it? I have been wrestling with this question and with being alone.

Is loneliness an art? One must be able to perfect the art of loneliness on his/her journey towards happiness. Am I able to perfect the art of loneliness? I don’t think I will be able to perfect being alone, but what I can do, is practice being alone.

At first glance, one may ask, ‘why would you want to be alone? The questions isn’t a simple one and the answer itself is not linear. The question has taken me on a journey of sorts, a journey of self-discovery and at times self-loathing, but through this journey, I found the value of ‘emptying my bowl’ and in being present.

I’d like to think that unlike the experience Eleanor Rigby – loneliness can have a beautiful side. Perhaps a little less Hugh Hefner in the art of happiness and a little more Picasso in the art of loneliness.
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