s o l i t u d e

10 june 2026                                                                                                              frankfurt, germany

one of the most beautiful realizations of the past few years has been how much i genuinely enjoy spending time with myself.

for a long time, i thought something was wrong with that. i have always loved people deeply.

i have always loved relationships, connection, shared experiences, and having someone by my side. but somewhere along the way, i forgot how much i also enjoyed my own company.perhaps because, for a long time, i wasn't fully myself. as a child, i spent hours on my own. climbing trees, drawing, creating little imaginary worlds, and simply observing life. i never felt lonely. i felt free. i had an entire day to spend however I wanted and i loved that.

over the years, i slowly drifted away from this part of myself. life became louder. relationships became more important. other people's needs became more important. i adapted more and more, and little by little, i lost touch with my own nature.

without even realizing it, i gave everyone else more attention than i gave myself. perhaps a part of that will always belong to me. i am a deeply interested person, and i naturally notice the feelings of others. and yet, the past few years have reminded me of something very important. that there is an entire world within each of us. a world that comes alive when we give it enough space.

for me, that means painting, writing, moving, dreaming, sitting in nature, looking up at the sky, or simply doing nothing at all. when i give myself that space, i feel more connected to myself, more creative, more alive, and more at peace.

not because i don't love people.
not because i want to be alone forever.
but because solitude feels like coming home to myself.
because that is where i feel most connected to who i am.
because that is where i find my energy again. 
perhaps that is why i have always loved travelling alone.
perhaps that is why creativity means so much to me.
perhaps that is why i cherish stillness, silence, and moments without constant information around me. nothing to absorb. nothing asking for my attention.
perhaps i simply need moments where nobody expects anything from me, where i can simply be.

for a long time, i searched for safety in other people. over the past few years, i have begun to discover a different kind of safety. the kind that comes from trusting myself, trusting my path, and trusting life.

i do not know exactly where my path will lead me.

i do not know what my future will look like.

but i do know that every time i return to myself, i find something beautiful there.

and perhaps, for now, that is enough.