In the early years, being alone feels like a problem to be solved. Empty Saturday nights are filled with noise just to avoid the echo of your own thoughts. But then, slowly, solitude transforms from something to escape into something to savor. You begin to realize the joy of a quiet morning with coffee, the peace of walking through a park with only your thoughts for company. You learn to sit with your own emotions without needing anyone to distract you from them. And in that stillness, you find pieces of yourself you never knew were missing. Solitude stops being loneliness-it becomes a sanctuary.