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Solo Sunday

I feel like in today’s society we’ve been conditioned to believe that being alone is a bad thing. That those who are alone must be lonely, and for that reason people pity "loners."

 There is strength in solitude. To be alone is to not be lonely because you always have yourself. In solitude one can discover their truest selves free from all outside influences and noise.

 Our truest selves just want to be loved, and it can often be easier to find outside sources that give us the impression of love, but to fall in love with yourself is the most rewarding love of all. If you love yourself you don't need external factors to make you feel complete because you're already full. At the end of the day, the only person who will ALWAYS have your back is yourself.  
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