They say loneliness is a "CURSE"...

But what if it’s an art — one that only a few dare to master???

I used to think the same. I didn’t choose to be alone… yet, somewhere between silence and chaos, I began to discover myself.

This is not a story of sadness. It is a journey — a quiet unraveling, a gentle awakening to the echoes of my own heart.

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The city was quiet, but not completely "silent"..... Light rain tapped softly against the window, a rhythm that somehow matched the pulse of my thoughts. The scent of wet earth drifted in, grounding me in the present, reminding me that life moves even when I feel still......

People hurried past with umbrellas, laughter spilling from cafes, footsteps drumming along the pavement.

And I… I sat by the window, wrapped in my own thoughts, feeling both the weight and the comfort of being alone......

ALONE… but not LONELY. ......Not yet......

I remember the first time I truly felt it — that hollow ache in the middle of a crowd. Friends laughing around me, voices bouncing off walls, and yet, inside, a quiet void lingered.

At first, I thought something was wrong with me. Maybe I "cared" too much. Maybe I "expected" too much. Maybe I loved the "wrong" people.....

But slowly, I began to see it differently. Silence wasn’t my enemy.... It was a "mirror". It reflected every hidden fear, every quiet dream I had buried deep within, every fragment of myself I had overlooked......

I typed messages I never sent:

“Sometimes I lose myself in the noise. Maybe that’s okay. Maybe it’s time to find myself before searching for anyone else.”

I deleted them..... And in that deletion, I felt the first 'flicker of freedom"......

Later, in the park, I watched children splash in puddles, couples walk hand in hand, strangers smile at strangers.... I sat on a bench with my notebook, observing quietly. And for the first time, I understood — being alone isn’t about the absence of people. It is about the presence of yourself. The quiet space where you learn, breathe, and heal......

I noticed the way wind danced with leaves, sunlight breaking through clouds, scattering golden patches across the grass.....

Life wasn’t only in grand gestures or loud celebrations — it was here, in these small, unnoticed moments. In the pause between heartbeats. In the gentle whisper of a world that keeps moving while you sit still....m

I began to write letters to the self I never fully knew, words I feared would sound foolish aloud. Dreams I had tucked away. Secrets I was ready to face. And in the act of writing, I felt threads weaving me back to myself.....

ALONE… but not LONELY...... Just learning the art of being me.....

Learning that solitude can be a sanctuary, not a sentence. That in quiet, your own voice speaks clearly — soft, steady, unafraid. That sometimes, being with yourself is the most radical, beautiful act of all.

And in that stillness, I realized — the art of being alone is not about emptiness. It is about fullness. A fullness of mind, of heart, of being.....

Most probably, i will upload , next episode on Saturday night.

I case , i didn't then for sure i will do it on Sunday

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In this episode we learn the art of being alone..

Here you will get to know the something which you never expected.

learning the art of being alone is strength or weakness??.....what do you think ??....