I love stepping outside for a while and discover that there’s a whole other world than mine out there. It comforts me to know that my perceptions of the world can sometimes be wrong. Nothing is either black or white, nothing is ugly or pretty, nothing is good or bad. Untainted nature fills me with harmony, tainted nature fills me with the deepest despair and hatred towards the human race.
I live on the east coast of Sweden and there’s walking distance to the Baltic Sea it is truly beautiful. I love walking down by the shore feeling the powerful wind.
Solitude doesn’t bother me anymore. I guess this is just another part of life.
What if solitude is just another form of complete and utter freedom?