As I grow older, I find myself the most relaxed, the most comfortable, the most confident, the most happy … when I’m by myself. I haven’t quite yet figured out why. I am outgoing, I enjoy the company of friends and family but I love being alone, doing the things that interest me. Sitting on my bed, with a notebook cushioned by my knees and just writing, writing, writing until I reach the moment where I feel as if my pen took charge of my thoughts and is writing words down before I can articulate them. I think part of it is because it is the only time where everything is true and comprehendible. Everything is simple and easy. Solitude is freedom.