One year of quarantine was enough for me to find my real self. The power of solitude gave me clarity. Clarity gave me meaning. Meaning gave me a goal. The goal gave me a route to run on.
One year of quarantine made my best characteristics shine brighter. It also made my worst characteristics shine as well, though. This way, I could see them better. I tried to eliminate them for the best. Sometimes, I got caught inside the black hole because...
One year of quarantine is meant to hurt. It is meant to test your limits and your patience. But what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Whatever keeps you sane, makes you tolerant to insanity.
One year of quarantine made one thing clear to me. Solitude is my best friend. Solitude is what keeps me sane. And I want it more and more in my life. But...
One year of quarantine had me live with my parents. It went against my sanity. It was then the fact that I built patience that kept me alive.
One year of quarantine and I can tell you this. You are stronger than you think and in the endgame, loneliness is your natural state. Embrace it.
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Giorgos Pantsios
Fulltime Writer | Fulltime learner | Polymath from Greece | Exploring life | Modern Philosopher | Phone Photographer https://linktr.ee/giorgospantsios
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