People see you eating alone and think something is, well... wrong. Maybe they assume you're lonely. Maybe they think you're tired or sad. But they never notice what's actually happening inside. They don't see the calm, the self-talk, the moments where you realize you enjoy your own company. They don't see what grows there. From the outside, it looks like you're lacking or needing something. And yes, it's true... partially Sometimes you need to hear yourself. Sometimes you need to move at your own pace. Sometimes you just simply need to feel a little peace without permission. I see it as the luxury of existing without performing, pleasing, or reacting. It's just your time. Unshared. Unclaimed. Unhurried.